Wapun Meadow The miles are getting longer, it seems.

Scimitar did not respond to her at once, instead simply looked at her with a solemn smile. Did he doubt her? Irritation began bubbling within her breast, but it disappeared almost as soon as it was roused. Of course he did. Heck, she even doubted herself. Paarthurnax' decision to follow Shadow had been made entirely with her heart, not with her head. She didn't know him as well as she wanted to, yet she made herself so devoted to him already, breaking the vow she'd made herself in the beginning not to rush into anything. She'd failed herself. She'd failed the Creek. But she did not want to fail Shadow.

Tears pricked the corners of her copper eyes, and she ducked her muzzle somewhat in attempt to hide them from Scimitar. It was then that he strode forward, closing the distance between them to gently touch her muzzle to her cheek. Paarthurnax did not bother to stifle to sob that racked her small frame, and a hot tear trailed the length of her pale cheek. "Thank you for letting me be a part of it. I will miss you all," she whispered, blinking up to seek his gaze. "Now go find Bazi, and be the rock she needs you to be."