Natasha loved the full moons. She had already before she, herself, was a werewolf, when it was all watching him. Now that she could stand by his side, however, as his mate, the moon truly became her favourite sight.
She moved to stroke Fenrir with her head, grinning when he nudged her and leaping when he did. She knew where he was headed, knew his primary goal, and watched in amusement as he played with the door as if it had been able to keep him out.
If a werewolf could laugh she did as she settled to watch. Watch first - play later. She'd let Fenrir have his fun first.