The world is full of unfair things. It was not right that Raven was abandoned as soon as she was able to eat her own food for she could take care of herself but that did nothing for the nurturing that she should have had as a pup. It was no fair that despite all the kindness Natu had done in her life that she should have experienced so much loss and the she should have had to deal with the aftermath of an assault that never should have happened. She dislikes being here where the scent of the swamps is so thick in the air; it makes the hair on her spine stand on end with a remembered fury. She fancies that she will see the obsidian figure and glowing yellow eyes of Lillith meander by with her false facade of kindness before the flashing of teeth. In a way she was furious to find out that another had killed Lillith when deep inside of her heart she had hoped to be the one to end her life, despite how damning such an action would be to her soul.

It began from Iromar, a tale of her sorrows, and after the course of Lillith's assault Natu had in turn changed the fate of Sven. It would be fitting that she find his body here, a claim from Lillith's evil presence that she still lurked. She eyes the wilderness as if it has offended her, as if it is a part of the wench who began it all, and Natu's teeth flash in the air along with a ripple of a snarl. Then a mournful call echoes across the marshes that asks for patience and her ears prick forward with concern for Raven was young and her call seemed as if something was wrong.

Natu paces while she waits, slender legs pulling her forward and stopping her abruptly over and over. Turning, twisting, and her body twitches and ears flick and finally her pale icy eyes spy the figure of Raven moving at a sedate, pain-filled pace. Natu stops with her legs braced out and eyes focused on her with a look of concern. It takes the girl a few more minutes to pick up her pace and she yips in happiness which makes Natu's heart squeeze, for she feels a fondness for this girl. Their initial meeting had been one of intense wariness, slipping eyes and tense bodies, but she had learned fast that Raven was a kind soul.

Without realizing it Natu barks back in greeting although her ears fold backwards in worry when the girl trips over her own paws but Raven continues until she is at the border and she doesn't stop. No, she presses right on forward until her head rests on the alabaster back of Natu, and Natu sighs softly as she presses her muzzle into the shoulder of Raven comfortingly. Clearly the girl has been sick and who would take care of her? Natu knew nothing of this leader, Aithne, despite the rumors that she was vastly different than the old Iromar wolves.

"Raven," she breaths into the girl, finding a sense of sadness in this moment. This girl who had been raised by everyone and nobody who needed love and then her son, Sven, who had been loved and stolen and still could not find himself. "Are you okay? Have they been treating you well?" She steps back now to glance at the girl, noting the way her body seems shrunken in with the lack of nourishment and disapproval flickers across her face. "If they haven't then I must insist you come back to Taviora with me and I will make sure you get better and are taken care of. I even have pups that would enjoy hearing stories that I imagine you have collected." She smiles gently at Raven, tempting her and not knowing what else to do. "But Raven.. first I must... I... I've come hoping you might have answers."