Time had flown by since Natu's arrival in Molodian. She marked her fifth year having passed and during that time she had lived a millennium. So much had changed. She remembered the days when she would sit on the side of the mountains of Spirane and stare across the rolling landscape and wish she had more. Wish that her old mate had the strength of will to live and that her children before had not died. Had wished to be spared the loneliness. She remembered her hatred for Lillith and even to this day a scar lingers on her brow from the fall Lillith had forced upon her. The subsequent snatching of Sven, her guilt and anger, and then Fenrir, bursting in like light on a dark night. Her life was a spiral of lows and highs, each as equally pervasive, but she had settled into Glorall with a keen sense of purpose and pleasure. Samia and Thor were beautiful children, just as her first four with Fenrir were. It made her whole, to be a mother and a mate, but to make it better she wished to aspire to greater things. Once she had been Spider of Spirane. Now she wished to be the Arbiter of Glorall.

Natu moves with a natural grace, her body fit for a racer, lean and light. There is an august presence to her brought on by age and lessons learned. Icy blue eyes watch the world as she meanders the pathways by the beach and then upriver. Eden expected her to meet with the youth and she had no problem with that. She loved children, always had, and had felt bereft without them. Her's filled that void like no other and she gloried in them as the days past. She was growing old, her body not as eager to wake up with that same spritely step anymore, but once she got moving she was the wind.

Speaking of the wind... it blows into her face, bringing the scent of a female, and she adjusts her direction accordingly. Each step is quiet upon the earth, slipping into her sneak for which she had aspired to in Spirane with much work. She winds through some trees, pausing beneath the shadows of a few to see the young girl. White with a mix of other colors and markings. She is lovely. Natu smiles gently to herself, happy to just watch the girl for a few moments before she steps out and makes a noise to warn the girl of her approach. "Hello, young one. I have seen you around here before. I am Natu, mother of Samia and Thor, if you have met either of them." She smiles wide, a friendly gesture, and her tail wags to ease any tension from the girl. "What are you doing out here today?"