<strong>Natalia Vodinova  - In the Wilderness ..nestled deep in the Dark Woods . Dethean approaching ..... Mika in the area . </strong><br/><br/>Natalia continued to follow the cave with the wolf pack the sound of the music lifting into the air from the flute as she pulled it from her lips when they reached the mouth ...seemed the broke twirled and turned there . It flowed down a small embankment into a pond . The beavers had damned it up on the other side ...waterlilies grew on the surface and were in blossom this night their fragrance filled the air with the sweet aroma.<br/><br/>Once she placed the instrument away ...Nat put a few logs on the burnt ember coals all that remained in the fire ring . As the dry timber slowly caught fire and a gave a bit of warmth and light that flickered and crackled into the night . The surface of the cave seemed to capture the light of the fire and that combined with the moon made it sparkle and glisten. The wolves moved and rested down at the perimeters seeming to encircle the woman ..some cleaned themselves others just put their head down on the paws .<br/><br/>Nat went about her business drawing a iron pot over the flames ...adding water to it ...as it would soon boil . Natalia  planted the moss she had gathered and washed her hands in the small pond. Returning to cut up some various root type plants ..onions , potatoes  carrots ..several herbs and spices ...all were slowly dumped into the pot along with some prior smoked meat . It would all boil and in a few hours a hearty stew would be ready. She pulled a flat iron looking thing out that had been pushed up under the fire and opened the latch ...the smell of fresh cooked bread filled the air . As she drew in a deep breath of the scent ... then let it to cool on a small table that seemed to be a part of a large tree .<br/><br/>One of the wolves howled into the night air and Natalia looked over at it ...waiting ..she had put her bow down and it was a few feet away from her . The woman walked slowly over towards it ..the sound of the crackling fire .. the scent of the bread ...soon disappeared from the mind . As she scanned the forest and tilted her head listening ..the wolves whimpered. They had to be mistaken as she swallowed yet stayed in her human form she awaited the cry of greeting  from the one approaching . A nervous anxiety filled Nat as her hand at the left gathered up part of her dress  rolling her fingers over the clothe . The woman returned the whimpering sound to the wolves that surrounded the perimeter could it truly be possible  as her heart held out little hope for such things.<br/><br/>Was one of her own kind approaching ?  Nat bit her lip and stood there leary of what was about to unfold.