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Evening was her favourite time of day, especially throughout the Summer months. The pastel shades that swirled the clouds as the sun continued its descent always reminded her of home. Paar loved the warm oranges and hot pinks, the promise of a good weather the following morning.

She lay alone at the river's edge, watching the surface of the water as it glistened in the dim daylight. Her afternoon had involved organising her herb cache, now that they'd been given time to dry and be stored away without the risk of mould. They'd last through until next Summer, she thought, when new supplies would grow.

Paar dipped her nimble paws into the water and she flicked her toes across the creek's surface, and she propped her chin atop her elbow to watch the droplets splash with ripples. The arrival of a familiar she-wolf drew her attention away, however, and the two-toned medic lifted her crown once more to follow Bazi's movements with curious copper eyes. "Hi," Paarthurnax called out in greeting, her tail sweeping across the grass at her rear.