It is in the middle of one of her midday naps that Natu is suddenly awakened by a certain and absolute sense that something is wrong. Inescapably, irrevocably wrong. In that state of bliss from dreams she is bleary eyed, blinking away and opening her jaws wide to relax the muscles until she feels it. The very pull of her flesh as if it is trying to crawl off her. As if it is being torn asunder; pain flares in her mind and her chest tightens on a startled gasp. Her body has become a rock beneath the gentle wave of leaves. Another spear of pain and she jolts up none too graceful, tail straight out and eyes rapidly clearing as she pants. Fear, it is a desperate thing that claws and grapples and eats away at her and this feeling... it had become a thing most known to her over the years. As of late life had been particularly peaceful with the knowledge that Sven had survived his fall only to adopt a new name and a new life. It had hurt for a moment but then Natu had measured it in her mind - his life or his past? Whatever made him happy she could live with and so she did, filled with a joy and calm of a mother knowing her children are okay.

But this feeling inside of her that flares and grips her muscles is so much more than that. It feels as if something inside of her is tearing apart and the only thing she can do is follow the pull and drag. She is certain that it is Heyel - that something bad is happening to him. Was age finally getting to him? She had not seen him in many seasons, content in their bond from a distance and the peace that she felt from it. There had not been a love between them of the heart but the soul did not lie and she had accepted their bond. He was a friend to her, a confidante in those hours she had so desperately needed one, and her breath catches as her lithe body jolts forward into a dead run.

She does not need scents or howls. She has the bond and it drives her, guiding her over fallen limbs and around bends of washed-out waterways. On her off days Natu could be considered swift but today she is a blur, riding the nuances of wind with her alabaster fur plastered to her body and pale blue eyes hidden between squinted eyes. The pain intensifies even as her muscles burn to such a degree that her body becomes numb to it, driven only by sheer force. Her lungs feel as if they will explode but she pushes on, fast eating up the ground with the mountains at her back.

The moment his life ebbs is the very moment that she stumbles and falls to the ground with a sharp bark of disbelief. His soul snapped from hers; his pain was at once gone and in it's place was a vast wasteland of emptiness. She had not known just how truly he had filled her until he was gone and she lays on her side for a moment with pale eyes watery and her lungs gasping for breath, her body trembling. "Heyel.." she whispers, rolling over and climbing to her feet before loping forward. There is no more grace in her steps yet she presses on and he is so close... she had felt him just there between the trees, just there ahead of her... surely he was still there.

Thunder rolls and the wind kicks up as she runs until she sees ahead a clearing and in said clearing at two white wolves. One is fallen, his once large figure reduced to nothing but a still corpse, and one with the prowl of a hunter. With the blood of prey staining his lips and his alabaster paws. Natu snarls then, a fury so white hot that it rips across her with abandon and she is once more the wind, a blur as she races towards Anselm with savagery upon her mind. Heyel... he is there but he is not and she feels so... vacant. Was this what life was like before?

If she should get the chance she will race directly up alongside Anselm, intending to slam her side into his. She is much smaller than him but she will move to position herself so that he will trip over her legs, sending them both sprawling with her teeth trying to latch onto the side of his neck. Lillith had stolen from her before, her sanity and her good nature; now this beast has stolen from her something just as dear. Her soul. She would have his in return.