Quote:Natalya had not been summoned by many recently, other than one caller at the border and the matriarch herself. She had roamed the borders quietly, patrolling for intruders, and done a bit of travelling, but was otherwise completely bored. Her boredom caused her ears to immediately perk at the sound of another's voice, rousing her from sleep in a burst of energy and driving her out of her dark den.
As she walked, the Centurion pondered what was going on. She figured this was the calm before the storm, a simple lull before life in Olympus became chaotic. More children were on the way, a tyrant she had no respect for had entered their ranks, and the packs around them had been in turmoil. The Valhalla she knew and liked was no longer, its former queen vanished after losing her crown. A new pack had sprung up and another was overthrown. Their former ally, Ebony, had switched hands and Virgil had battled for its heirs. Apollo had returned only to distance himself again. Would Olympus gather a new set of allies and move to conquer in the near future? Would trouble come their way yet again? Natalya was uncertain what exactly would happen, but she was positive that the current silence meant they would be busy soon.
Finally she reached the source of the call and her thoughts were broken off. She approached the child slowly before seating herself before him, a smile on her face. "Hephaestus, what is it? I am glad to see you are feeling well again. I know that recovery from your illness must not have been easy."