Tristan houses a sort of innocent wonder in his eyes that immediately draws Natu in. The way he hangs onto each word she speaks while offering up a myriad of questions, a curious soul, it is endearing. How could a wolf not look upon him and see the kindness that shines through like a beacon? Natu grins at him at his euphoric expression, knowing how proud he feels that he has figured something out about her, and she is more than happy to oblige him by answering his questions. It is nice to have a conversation with someone that is not stunted in tasks, rules, or expected politeness. Not that Natu wasn't always polite but there is a different feel to a conversation when it is one given freely and without constraint. When he begins to talk in that cajoling sort of manner she bursts out laughing, ears back and eyes shining as her body trembles in her amusement.

"You are too kind, Tristan, although I daresay I am a bit older than that. But I think I like twelve, so yes, let us say I am twelve." She winks at him, as if they have just sealed a contract in the form of a secret. How cute he is, she thinks, and it is a shame she does not smell a female on him. A male such as him, so sweet and congenial, he should have a mate by now. He would make a very fine mate, she thinks, attentive and curious. No doubt he would bring his female food as often as she wished during pregnancy in much the same way Fenrir did for her.

Her tail brushes rapidly on the ground as she nods fervently at him. "Oh yes, I would love to help you with that. There is knowledge to be learned everywhere so everywhere you travel you must pay close attention. I am sure you pick up on many things." She compliments him, happy suddenly to have a purpose, even if it is only to help guide this male. She chuckles about her mate. "He is quiet and reserved with others for that is his way and he has a fierce heart. He would die to protect me or our children or even the children of his pack-brothers, many of which are now dead. But he would never harm an innocent," she says resolutely. Not intentionally anyways.

The laughs.. they just keep coming. It is clear he has not been around many females and definitely none of those who had given birth to large litters. Her eyes twinkle at him as she grins. "It certainly felt like a ton. Now they are almost grown," she sighs in a wistful manner, both happy and sad at that fact. His answer about Eden is not very excited and thus she deduces that Eden has not earned his loyalty but neither his hatred. That was a strange thing but she had met Eden and he was a strange wolf. Not one to endear himself to others most likely but to each his own. She nods thoughtfully at this before tilting her head. "Did your mother choose to leave when he took over? Why did you stay then, do you have a mate or a beloved here?"