Wapun Meadow Footfalls and flowers

Paarthurnax growled softly when Fang reacted to her playful prodding with a chomp at the air toward her, though she was far from serious. Her feathery tail quickened its beat and she eyed the two-toned male as he lowered himself beside her, forelimbs stretched out before him, and inched toward her. Paarthurnax gathered herself onto her belly again. Sneakily she stole a bump of her muzzle to his pale cheek, then jerked her muzzle away to avoid retaliation.

But he nipped at her again, his teeth grazing the tufted crimson fur of her ruff, and she grumbled in playful defeat. "Beauty sleep, hm?" Paarthurnax laughed heartily, appreciating that he'd played along with her playful comment rather than taking offense. She recalled Viinturuth's sulking when she poked fun at him in a similar manner when they'd been younger - that old sourpuss. "Do forgive me for interrupting. Another hour's snooze and I bet you'd be glorious."