Natu relaxes in the presence of Hadrian, her mate at her back offering warmth and comfort in these moments. Her recovery would not be nearly as swift as the others, she was assured of this by the way Hadrian stresses her need to eat. She is a slender figure and has never had a desire to consume overmuch so it will be a chore to eat well past the point that hunger no longer burns within her. While she knows this will be a way to fast get her body to heal and return to her usual weight she also knows it puts the pressure on her aging mate to care for her. Fenrir would do it, she was sure, without complaint but she was emphatic enough to not wish him any additional stress. "You and your family are so kind," she says warmly to Hadrian, happy at his words. Heyel's family had spoken of their respect for her and while she did not feel like she deserved it she did feel a happiness at the words.

Pale eyes turn down at his yelp to spy Samia who scurries over to her mothers side.

I think for a moment that I've upset him because he turns around like he will leave after his outburst. It makes me want to tuck my tail between my legs but I was one now and I had to show everyone that I could be brave. That I would have courage, like my mother and brother and father tried to teach me. My electric blue eyes slip over the wiggling forms of my new sisters - SISTERS! - and past the haggard face of my mother to the comforting gaze of my father, wondering if they would be angry at my interruption. Hadrian speaks then and my ears tuck down before I grin sheepishly at him, amused by his conceit. Little Samia, he calls me, and I think I like that name even if it could be considered derogatory because of my size. It is comforting and his talking to me like an adult is as well, my ears pricked now (save my infinitely curled right ear) with interest on my face. "I want to learn everything I can, Sir Hadrian, even if it is not the usual methods that others use." My voice is eager, breathless with my desire to learn. He asks if I am courageous and for a moment, just a breif moment, a shuttered look crosses my face because am I REALLY that brave? Then I steel myself visbily. "Yes sir, I am corageous." It is a moment that might shine in the face of her parents forever, a moment when they would realize that Samia was growing up.

She had not heard the story that Hadrian hints at, her eyes slipping between her mate and the healer curiously, knowing she will ask him once the healer leaves. "Thank you for you assistance Hadrian." Her voice is kind as he turns and leaves and Samia is fast out behind him, following the edict of her father and returning with a fat hare that she laid in front of her mother with a bounce in her step, eyes shining from what had just transpired. Natu's smile broadens when Fenrir asks their daughter to help name the children.

Father asks me, ME, to help name my sisters and I stare at him flabbergasted for a moment before my tail begins to whir a mile a minute as I grin. "Oh yes daddy, I would!" I say, turning towards my sisters and sniffing them with exaggerated interest. They smell new and fresh with a hint of blood. My father mentions laying down and I know my excitement must be so much that even they can see so I obey, as always, and look at the precious girls. "Can we name her feather? She looks like the feather of the hawks in the skies who swoop down for fish and mice," I say in a reverent tone, looking up at my dad and mom questioningly.