The worst things in life come free to us.

It had been a few short weeks since her departure from Swiftcurrent Creek, and although she was comfortable at Noctidardor Bypass, she could not deny the she she felt when her previous home crossed her mind. Paarthurnax often dwelled on her final discussion with Scimitar and regularly she wondered how Bazi was faring. A large part of her wished to return to check in on the pack, but for the time being she refrained. Shadow did not control her, but she doubted he would appreciate her sneaking off in the night to visit with the young leader who'd kicked him out to forge his own path. So new into her mateship with him, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt his feelings or make him lose faith in her.

She ventured further afield that afternoon, eager for a change of scenery and keen to perhaps recruit some new faces to join their ranks. As an aspiring Alpha, it would be her duty to be a good judge of character. She could not give permission to just anybody to enter Noctisardor ranks, but she could recruit loners to return and let her mate make final decisions. Paarthurnax wandered through the dim forest, following nothing in particular, and simply hoping that someone might appear to chat with.