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Paarthurnax stayed put as Bazi continued in her direction, and smiled softly as she sank to her belly beside her. She watched quietly as the young Alpha stretched out, dipping her own paws over the edge and into the water. Playfully she batted the rippling surface once, splashing a few droplets in the pale leader's direction. Paar grinned mischievously then, and lean closer to press her shoulder to Bazi's in an act of support.

She liked Bazi. She was young, forced into adulthood and leadership far sooner than she may have liked, but she did her best. Where others such as Njal and Tuwawi saw fit to deny her the chance she so deserved, Paarthurnax yearned to reach out to her. She'd never been in any position of leadership, though her gentle nature prompted her to care for anyone who might be troubled. That evening, however, it appeared that it was not the stresses of Alphaship that weighed on Bazi's shoulders.

Paar nodded confidently in response. She'd been present at the birth of many Samarkand pups, all her younger half-siblings through her sire's other wives. Paar had cared for them, but she never really considered them to be her brothers and sisters like Viin, Nezzar, Arta and the others had been. "Yup," the medic said, "is there anything you'd like to know about the... experience?"