Swiftcurrent Creek New waters

The strange silver make want very good at making her fell comfortable. Uncertain, the red wolfess fidgeted in place as she eyed her pack-mate suspiciously. He piped up with yet another apology and stated that he was stressed, while the corners of Paarthurnax' lovely eyes twitched as she fight to keep herself from narrowing them; I'm not your punch bag, was what she wished she had the courage to say out loud.

She exhaled softly, defeated, unable to maintain her unnaturally stoic appearance when Shadow offered his name and shot her yet another winning smile. Paar accepted his apology with a dip of her elegant crown, and managed a shy smile of her own. His question regarding her status in the pack made her stall yet again, however, and for the first time she consisted the reason behind her acceptance.

We could use a female medic, was what Bazi had told Scimitar, and Paar felt a pang of hurt for the first time since joining the pack. She was not valued for her companionship nor her growing love for the land and the wolves who were to be her family. Paarthurnax was here purely because she possessed skills that no other member of the pack could demonstrate. When the crimson beauty realised she been holding her breath as these thoughts raced through her mind, she exhaled softly.

It would take time to earn her place, she knew. But she could not bear the thought of being cast aside in favour of a replacement, or to be booted out when whatever reason behind the mysterious bite marks was eradicated.

"I'm a medic," the she-wolf said rather meekly, rolling a slender shoulder in a pitiful shrug. "I guess that's about it."