It was with purpose that her steps drive her closer and closer to the pack of the sea. The scent of salt hits her first way inland where the winter breeze carries it, stabbing into her pale eyes in an attempt to stall her attempt. She had been to Iromar and had found out that Sven's body had not washed up on the marshy banks. Still that wasn't much hope - the marshlands were huge and alligators combed every inch of that nasty water. It was likely that his body had drifted there after the current let him go and that he was now apart of the alligators who stared into the sun with ancient eyes. That he was just another cog in the wheel of life, naughty by atoms dissolved and remade. The idea is infuriating and multiple times she grits her teeth, gnashing them in her own horror at such thoughts and fighting back the wave of sadness that proceeds it every time.

It has been so long since he jumped. So long since she had moved to Asteraia and it has been long since Fenrir took off in order to regroup. Natu was lonesome, so very lonesome, and she fought with her inner demons constantly. Her children were the things that drove her everyday to rise, to push forward and try to erase her mind from her doubts and resentment. She was growing older - each morning it seemed a chore to wake up. Age, she thought, and part of it was her sorrows. Weight upon weight heaped upon her alabaster shoulders, only lessened by the calming noses and soft tongues of her children. They loved her so and she adored them - she would not give up.

Today it was her intent to seek out Mistletoe or Warlow, or even her niece Ravenna, to ask how news of them went and also if maybe they had heard about a body. If, for some odd reason, Sven's body had bypassed the marshes and swept along the river to Glorall then it was possible. Slim but possible. And she wanted to set both her soul and his at rest. Closure is what she needed before she began to move forward with the next chapter in her life.

It wasn't like when Tesseract was here - she does not push the boundaries like she had before, content to know that he was an ally of Taviora and would not mind so much her intrusion to see her family. No, this time she stops at the borders and sniffs. The scent of Ravenna hits her first, strong and salty and very much recently passed and her tail begins to wag and she gives up a calling bark, knowing that the girl is close by.