After the fiasco of trying to leave Glorall, whereby Natiya gradually came to the conclusion that Elohim was correct about leaving, the silver female had returned to her makeshift prisoner on the island. It was mostly forgotten about in the world. The denizens of Glorall accepted it’s presence by never bothered to visit. Why would they when they had miles and miles of land to traverse that held such a variety of prey? Natiya’s mouth waters at the thought. The rabbit that Elohim had managed to scare up for her had tasted as if it was a gift from the gods. Succulent, fresh, and most importantly, NOT FISHY. Yet she was back here again, scrounging up fish, mincing their meat with groans of dislike as she ate. Beyond that, she was a bit distracted.

Sarabi had washed up on the shores of her hideaway and Natiya had pondered if there really were such things a gods. If so, they were most certainly dabbling hardcore in her life. She could only hope that they would not guide her malicious brother in her direction for as the days pressed onward she grew more and more certain that he would kill her if he returned. Natiya loved him. She would never stop loving her brother because that was her nature – she had been born as his shadow and a shadow couldn’t part easily from it’s host. Now that Sarabi was here, she felt a bit more content.

It was strange, this feeling of elation at being near her mother. For years she had felt out of place, always choosing between Blackthorne and Sarabi as pups and always falling towards her brother. Sarabi forgave her though and it was a surreal experience… to be forgiven. What else did she need forgiveness for? Who could she forgive?

She had been so tied up in this little piece of her world, fearful of leaving it again as she waited impatiently for Elohim to come seek her out. In a weird twist of fate, she was banking on his assurance that the world was okay to enter. Inside, she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave now. Not now that she had found such odd kindness from Elohim and not now that she hid her mother here. She didn’t even realize the change in power across the small beach-line. All she knew was she was torn between wanting to seek him out and stay hidden.

Every day she picked a spot to lay among the reeds of the island, facing the sandbar that a wolf could traverse twice a day to the island. It is why she sees Elohim approach this time and immediately she stands up, tail wagging slightly, eager to share news with him. She is foolish to trust him so quickly. She knows this but it can’t be helped. So far he hadn’t come back with her brother in tow and that accounted for something. Natiya’s head tilts in question at his words, her owl features furrowed in confusion, for she knew not the language of latin.

He lopes closer and Natiya smiles gently, a soft greeting, though she tenses as he nears at his pace, rabbit-like in the away she almost jerks away. But he slows and she eases at his bowed head. ”See then?” She says to him, almost primly, ”It is not so easy as perceived.” And it wasn’t. To love a wolf that was wicked, to follow him because his blood was yours and that was what was right and just. Even if it wasn’t. Even if it was cruel.

”Come this way,” she says, much bolder than before, turning a bit and edging away from the mainland-facing beach so that they might be hidden behind the foliage lest some nosy wolf spy them. ”What are you responsible for?” She is curious, pausing in her steps to turn lightly, pale eyes sliding down his neck surreptitiously, looking for any new markings. ”I… have some news too.” An almost troubled look comes on her face then it is chased away by something fiercer, reminiscent almost of her brother as she stares hard at Elohim. Her back seems to straighten, strength flooding her. ”If I tell you though, you must keep it a secret.”