Wapun Meadow The miles are getting longer, it seems.

Scimitar's toughened exterior slackened, and Paarthurnax looked upon him with solemn copper eyes. Her ears drooped and, resisting the urge to go to her former Beta to comfort him, she steeled herself to the one spot. Somehow it felt wrong to offer him her support, when she'd walked out of their pack in favour of Shadow and his many promises.

She believed in Shadow. She believed that he could deliver on his ambition to bring his pack to light, and she yearned to be strong for him. But she could not deny that she was aching for Swiftcurrent, and the friends she left behind. Paarthurnax loved Noctisardor Bypass with its glimmering streams, its rolling hills and vast woodland. It was a beautiful place, somewhere she could imagine rearing her offspring, somewhere she imagined she could live a long and happy life, but she did not have the closeness of a friend. She did not have Bazi.

"Maybe she needed that," the two-toned Frostfur said softly, regretfully. "A telling off, I mean. But now that she's had that, I think she'd benefit from a hug." Paar lifted her gaze then, meeting Scimitar's with a suggestive glint.