Swiftcurrent Creek Dovahkiin.

Bazi ducked her head at the entrance of the hollow, refraining from entering but very obviously desperate to catch a glimpse. The crimson Frostfur smiled softly for her, unfurling herself slightly from around her brood so that her ivory companion could see more clearly the four tiny bundles by her side. Paarthurnax' tail thumped as she parted her jaws to speak, to formally invite her den-mate inside, when another wolf cast his shadow inside. Surprised, Bazi jerked away, leaving the clear form of her former mate lingering at her door. Her heart sank a little, but knew that Bazi would have plenty of opportunities to share time with the pups.

She was not afraid, or nervous, or even awkward. Instead, she was proud. Proud to present to Shadow his three sons and his daughter, little wolves that they'd created through the love they'd once shared. Sleepily she smiled at the father of her children, and softly welcomed him; "come and see."

Paarthurnax dipped her muzzle then, allowing time for the sterling outrider to approach, then hovered her muzzle above the salt-and-pepper form of the boy who already greatly resembled his sire. "We have three sons and a daughter," she said gently, as not to disturb the delicate senses of her pups. "This is our firstborn. I wanted for you to name him, as we agreed. And since we have an equal number, I thought we'd share. You name two, and I'll name two?" She beamed up at her former partner, keen to read his expression. When they'd been together, Shadow had never seemed overly enthusiastic for a litter. Yet when he'd discovered her departure and sought her out, put two and two together and realised she had not gone entirely alone, his reaction had been one of a father who loved his children.

She would not deny him the right to see his offspring. When they came of age, she would herd them to the territory outskirts and give him the opportunity to bond with them. Their separation and feelings for each other did not have to get in the way of time shared as a family, and she certainly was not prepared to use her pups as a weapon against him. He was bitter and stubborn and arrogant and harsh... but she still cared deeply for him.