<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Natalia looked somewhat amused at his tease, she appreciated that nature along with the contents. The huntress knew damn well that creatures feared her; it had been a way she'd grown up. Intimidate. Fluster. Kill. Thankfully, being a werewolf meant most animals cowered without much pressing, as a human it would've been much harder to do. The blonde slipped into the seat and closed her door as she relaxed. It seemed they were going to need to go to a hotel, and Jason had covered that. Sleep. Natalia hadn't slept in so long, she wasn't even sure she could relax. The she-wolf snorted softly at his comment before they took off. Cuddling was never on her list, it was just something she found more irritating than enjoyable. Then again, she'd never been close with someone, not really. She'd been engaged before, and that was simply to bring two hunting families together; it was all political.<br/>
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Natalia was delighted when she spotted the motel, it was quiet enough not to be a concern... or at least much of one. Once they entered, she noticed it had a tub, she hadn't seen a bath in some time. Mostly she'd been on foot, so her bathing was restricted to cold lakes or rivers. "Quite the gentleman," Natalia murmured her soft assessment before she wandered into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her as he crashed on the couch. The female stripped down, discarding her clothing as she set the tub to fill with fairly hot water. Once she'd rinsed it out she ran a cooler bath for herself. The motel bubble bath wasn't perfect, but it smelled faintly of lavender. There weren't many feminine things about Natalia, but one thing she did enjoy was a nice, long bath. There was even an audible moan that left her lips the moment she eased down into the water. <br/>
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After about an hour, the female found herself getting out and drying. She was so completely relaxed that it felt like it was time to sleep. She gathered her clothes and made her way into the bedroom just wrapped in a towel. Natalia dumped her clothing on the space on the bed beside her and curled up into the sheets without so much as a fuss. A tired, soft sigh left her lips as she nuzzled into the pillow, her body was already thankful for a break. And then, like every night, the depths of her mind were filled with terror. Darkness. Blood. Screaming. The huntress shifted in her sleep in an almost violent manner, tossing and turning as whimpers began to escape her lips, much like a wounded animal. Reliving the experience of fighting for her life, for her father's life; only for it to be in vain. It was her ultimate nightmare come to life. <br/>
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Sleep was an enemy to her; the rest was normally interrupted, just as it was in that moment. Cries and whimpers tore from her as she began to feel a change trying to slam through her body. The nightmares she'd experienced caused her adrenaline to force her into the shift. Long, dark lashes snapped up as the she-wolf felt her bones begin to snap. Long, deep breaths soon echoed from her as she rose into a seated position, her back against the headboard as she tried to fight the need within her to run. It took all of her strength to force the shift back, which was clear by the worn expression over her delicate features. A few soft Russian words flew from her lips before she slumped back down, looking utterly defeated. Of all the times she had a terror, it had to be this. The last thing she needed to show was weakness. <br/>
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Instead of sleeping, she simply lay in bed, nuzzled into the pillow and tried to regulate her breathing.</span>