It had been so pleasant to spend the afternoon a few weeks prior out in the free lands with the two strange wolves. Paisley and Samhain. She smiles to herself at the remembrance of them all cuddled up, virtual strangers, their souls connected by the dance they had shared and the way life beat beneath the crust of the earth. Time ebbed and flowed. Natu knew this all too well, her age creeping up upon her at a steady pace. She had seen the way Fenrir had faltered in things, the way he had grown more solemn and tired and aching, and she had ignored it. Would continue to. Nothing had to change and nothing would, she decided, likely sticking on blinders. She felt so young at heart that nothing could ever go wrong again? Right? It was the hope anyways despite the way she grew stiffer in the cold weather, the weather she had used to love. She still did but she missed, at times, the sharp wind on the mountain side and her old den even if it had been filled with bad memories of her trying times.

She had never figured out Eden, hadn't really taken the time to, and here she was a year later with her belly swollen with child once more. It seemed her body, in it's age, was fertile as ever, and she ambles along at a sedate pace. Once she had longed for children and now she had them, plenty of them, and she felt content. This pregnancy would be easy for she was skilled in it by now. Her fourth litter, although her first had been so long ago to not have existed at all, a disheartening thought when she remembers what had become of her first children. Time, she thinks, time. So much changes with time.

Each step brings her closer to Eden, her nose carrying her through the rough grass that pokes out from beneath snow as she weaves between trees and across sand dunes at the edge of the beach to find the silver speckled male. It seemed a lonely thing to be a King without a Queen, she thinks, but Eden was a queer fellow. He hadn't made any real attempts at pacification with the other packs which was odd in and of itself, and he remained rather remote. "Eden," she says, interrupting whatever reverie he might have been in, pausing at the edge of the beach to watch him, her icy blue eyes filled with concentration. Picking him apart, figuring him out.

"I have completed the tasks as your Arbiter unless you wish more from me. There is a pup here, although I have not seen her lately, Inanna. I spoke with her about what she wishes to become and she has decided, with my help, to pursue healing. I have also been to the free lands and spend the evening with two new comers to our lands. They had heard no stories of the trials of Molodian or the packs, to which I have deduced that all has been well. There is no more talk of Angels and Demons - I suppose the treaty between Iromar and Diveen has seen to that." Her voice edges on the word Iromar, forever disliking the place merely from the memory of Lillith and the scar above her right eye, a constant reminder of that fateful encounter.

"I have had word from my son, as well, that there have been numerous attacks by those who seek the flesh of wolves in the common lands, if that is of interest to you." Because it surely interested her, the idea revolting and the fear of a mother with young children a constant companion.

(If you need more, just lemme know and she can go do other things:) )