Swiftcurrent Creek Only words bleed.

For Razo!

It had been a few quick days since Paarthurnax had joined the ranks of Swiftcurrent Creek. Although she longed to dive back into pack life and pursue building bonds with wolves who were to be her comrades, the russet beauty instead focused on learning the territory and sourcing herself a den. The one she found had been a little underground burrow deep in the woodland, perhaps previously owned by another small mammal, and had been vacant for some time. She dug it out over an entire afternoon, kicking out old leaves and dirt, covering exposed roots of nearby trees and replacing it with fresh dry grasses and sweetly-scented flowers to mask the smell of rotting foliage.

The sun still had some time before it set by the time her task was complete, and her ivory paws and chest were no longer pristine. Marred by grass stains and dirt, Paar exited her hollow and shook her feathery pelt free of debris. She looked over a slim shoulder to admire the job she'd done and, with a proud smile arching her lips, the nimble wolfess trotted off in the direction of the pack's namesake.

Coolness was welcomed as she paused at the river's edge and ducked to lap at its surface. She drank deep the crystal-clear liquid until her throat no longer burned with thirst and, lowering her haunches, Paarthurnax licked her sodden chops as she gazed over the glistening creek and at the land beyond to mull over her thoughts.