Wapun Meadow Footfalls and flowers

When it was proving too much to laugh and try to regain her breath at the same time, Paarthurnax hoisted herself onto her belly and panted heavily, tongue lolling. The two-toned male turned to face her, and close the distance between himself and her with a few long strides.

Her tail flopped lazily, and she beamed up at the wolf who'd so quickly become her play-mate. "Never been better," the crimson beauty chirped, and heaved a breath. "I'm Paarthurnax. You can call me Paar."