There is a simplicity in this moment that she had not felt for a long time, her mind still constantly consumed by what ifs and what could have beens, all byproducts of the good and bad in her life. It was a measure of her control to constantly weigh her choices for the past taught her more wisdom than she had known and yet Natu is still young at heart. While her body did not like to get up and go as easy in the mornings as it once had, the winter weather setting deeper and deeper into her marrow each visit, she would never truly find it in her to let it keep her down. Movement was the spirit of her life, the stretch and play of muscles, the longing for caresses and play with her mate and children.

It is an easy thing, then, to join in this dance with this spiritual male and this tentative female. She can see that Paisley is on the verge of collapsing, her own paws eager to move and dance, and Natu leaps into her prance with ease. Nothing is practiced or rehearsed, it is all a feeling from the soul, and soon the girl has joined them and Natu presses against her as they wrap around one another, complete strangers but closer perhaps in soul than many. Then she moves to the male, doing the same with him, a bonding of vagabond to wanderer, letting the joy of this moment pass into reality with a slight smile upon her tapered maw.

She leaps so that she stands on her back paws, fore paws tucked into her chest and the tip of her tail trailing across the ground as she steps backwards a few steps, body swaying side to side, and then she falls gracefully to the ground once more, head down. "Your dancing is magnificent," she breathes to both of them, her eyes flicking back and forth and a fullness settling across her figure as she lies down, right there, in the midst of these two wolves. Today they are bound, the three of them, and she would know them even if she were to watch them dance the rest of the day away.