It drew a smile to her lips as the pup attacked the stick with a ferocity that only the youth could summon up for such mundane things. Natu sat down then, tail curling around her haunches as she watched with the protective instinct of a mother. Her own children were prone to such silly behavior yet she did not find it wasteful. Natu inspired play, enjoyed watching youth at its finest and she felt a contentment in this moment. Life had not been kind to her at the beginning of her life, giving and taking, and she had felt a sense of complete peace the last two years. If things continued this way then she would age well, peaceful with the life she had lived.

Natu refrains from chuckling when Inanna leaps at her voice, effectively ripping the offensive stick from the ground, but she grins down at her. Honestly she had been on the verge of helping the poor girl to finish this task, the gnaw marks on the stick evidence of the time spent ravaging it. Inanna comes right up to her with courage that reminds her of her own son, Thor. She tilts her alabaster head to observe the stick protruding from Inanna's mouth before she drops it and places a paw on it like a trophy. A little hunter, maybe?

"Ah, I thought as much. He is a very adventurous boy," she replies with a throaty chuckle. No doubt he had escaped past every boundary she had set for him and likely had taken Samia with him. They were growing fast and something told her that they might very well be the last children she ever had. "There are many things you can do with a stick I think. Do you wish to keep it or were you training? You looked like a mighty warrior there attacking it. I was afraid you might come gnaw on my legs," she jests, lifting one paw and tucking it against her chest.