The world held it's breath and for a time no sound could be heard. Then the clouds opened up and the gentle sound of snowflakes falling could be heard, the faintest of sound. Night held reign over the land as daytime creatures cuddled up tighter in their nests and dens, falling into the slumber of winter. Natu stands in the deluge of snow, her own fur pristine against the foot or so that has already caked the land. Mist bellows out around her mouth, her lips set into a peaceful smile and pale eyes scanning Glorall. It reminds her of a night long ago when she had laid beneath the stars and spoke to a stranger, unburdening herself to him and hearing his own deepest secrets. It was a night that began a lifetime.

She aches for his presence, for the companionship between them. The children slumber in the den, lulled by the music of the snow, but she requires his company. A soft howl escapes her maw - mellifluous and gentle. Come, my love, come lay with me, she says in her song, moving so that she is in a meadow near the river. Ice coats the top layer at the edges of the banks, the moving water trying to prevent it from freezing towards the middle, and it's quiet burble enhancing the night. She lies there in the snow with the clouds moving at an ancient pace, occasionally breaking up enough to give her a peek of the stars above.

The song of the world reverberates in her ear and she thinks of them: Paisley and Samhain. She hopes that they sense it to, that they revel in it and that they stay warm and comfortable and safe. There is no rhyme or reason that they had met that day, bonding over a dance that had left her body aching but gloriously refreshed and a soul filled with contentment. Her children had begun to grow and she was insanely proud of them all: Alex, her leader, and Ankh, her firebrand, Alistair, her quiet one, and Arthfael, her warrior. Samia and Thor would grow to prove themselves one day too, each child so different and so beautiful that it hurt to think of them alone.

A time would come when Fenrir would pass and Natu felt a sadness at this knowledge but also acceptance for time did not coddle any. One day she, too, would die and her children would be left as her mark on this world. For now, though, she would wait for her heart to arrive to spend the evening with him.