With the loss of Asteraia they had set out in the direction of the woodlands of Taviora. Yet in the midst of their leaving Arthfael had lingered behind and Natu had fought hard against the urge to rush back to the pack and tear him away with her fangs, his displeasure be damned. He was her son and she had already lost one of those. The memory of Sven still set hard on her heart yet each step was infused with a renewed purpose. First she must settle her children into a home that would afford them protection and a life and then she would begin her search for her lost son - although from what Swallowbane had said, all she would find was a body. A corpse or the memory of a corpse for time slipped by rapidly and she had been detained from the search she had wished to commence by grief and by motherhood and yet she held no ill will towards her children or any around her.

As they pressed on and the more vocal complaints of Ankh began to wear on her nerves ending in a flash of displeasure at the girl, her pale eyes glanced at the spires of Spirane, for Ailith paused in their group and hesitantly she admitted she would return into the comfort of the foothills. For a moment Natu stared at her and she could see in those ice blue eyes the same loneliness she had once held so she nodded and she smiled despite her reluctance to part from her sister at heart.

She blinks a few moment as her counterpart splits away from them and disappears into the brush, her heart heavy, yet at least she knows Ailith will survive. That she can visit her in the mountains and visit her old homeland as well in that time. She wonders how Daenery's was doing for last she had seen of her old Queen she had been heavy with child, just as Natu had been, and in time she would find out. For now she presses onwards, growling low in her throat when Ankh huffed loudly and her daughter finally fell into a quiet pout. She longed for adventure, Natu knew, yet she was still young enough to whine about all that came with adventure.

Finally they arrive at the border and Natu lifts her maw swiftly in a swift projectile, tired and abrupt, calling for the lord Coza. She needed rest and so did her children for she had driven them hard today, their tongues hanging out and Ankh plopped down at her mother's paws with a loud yawn and bleary eyes. Natu leans down to lick her daughter atop her head and the girl closes her eyes and leans into the pampering before her mother turns her attention to Alexander and does the same. Finally she whuffs and cleans Alistair, her movements automatic in her need to protect and cherish her children.