A few days ago Anemone had shown up in Taviora with a call for a child to take back to Spirane and Ankh had been so eager that Natu had let her go. Honestly though it hadn't been that hard. Spirane was as safe a place as could come with Daenery's as it's Queen and Natu did not fret once that Ankh would be safe ensconced in the mountains with Ailith as her guardian. The bonus to it was that she had been given a little quiet time for the boys were of a much easier pace that Ankh. The girl was a constant bundle of energy, always desiring attention and adventure, and Natu loved her daughter with a fierceness but life had not been easy as of late. Fenrir had took off in the need to calm his mind for he had lost his brothers then lost the home that they were buried in and it had taken a lot out of him, yet Natu could not help but feel a sense of selfish resentment at being left alone to take care of the children. She missed his body pressed against hers on the cold winter nights yet the snuggled forms of happy children eased some of that ache.

As soon as dawn struck the horizon Natu had stretched and licked her remaining children atop their crowns with stern words that they must behave and stick around the den today while she went to fetch their sister. Alistair was a good boy, a mother's dream child who offered her comfort and patience so she knew he would keep his other brothers in check. With everything settled in she had taken off towards Spirane. Each step became lighter and more buoyant as she ran, her travelers feet thrilling at the freedom once more as she stretched her lithe body into a lope across the lands.

The mountains loomed up in the sky and grew ever larger as she cut towards them; the crisp scent of pine trees and snow and all the things that made up the mountains was tasted in the back of her throat and Natu felt a sense of homecoming even if it was no longer her home. She loved these lands. Immensely and completely and she missed them. Ailith had come back here, drawn to them in her own way and Natu hoped that time spent with Ankh would cheer her sister-heart. She pauses on the outskirts of the border and inhales the scent of Sleekwing and Daenery's, both activity strong presences, and feels a pang within her. Perhaps... if she was lucky... they would come, she thinks, and perhaps they would not hate her so much for leaving them. It is a wish and yet she thinks right behind that how Sven had left her. The back of her throat clogs up for a moment as her eyes mist and her heart thunders. She would find his body or his bones. She would! And she would lay him to rest, her precious child who had felt so lost.

For a few minutes she simply stands in a daze before shaking her lean head, blinking furiously, and then lifting her head to call for her sister and her child.