Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

Blackfoot Forest was beautiful in daylight. Once more escaping the duties and stress of the Creek, Paarthurnax found herself exploring the neighbouring neutral territories. She padded carefully between the tree trunks, her ears high atop her head and her vivid copper eyes scanning for any signs of something worth checking out.

The morning sun broke through the canopy with ease, breaking through the dust in the air in bright beams and dappling the forest floor. Songbirds tweeted pleasantly, their tunes echoing throughout the emptiness, and some pecked at insects who'd dug themselves out of the cool soil to bask in the sun's warmth. They fluttered away with Paar's approach, and she paused to observe them as they perched on a nearby branch to await her departure.

Paarthurnax pressed onward, wandering aimlessly.