Swiftcurrent Creek like lions

She fell into stride alongside the little Alpha, eager to see more of Swiftcurrent with her that she'd not yet had the opportunity to explore. Paar had kept mostly to the lower land and neutral territories around it when it came to searching for precious herbs to store in her cache, and so the opportunity to see more of her own was warmly welcomed.

The reason behind Bazi's trip intrigued her greatly, and her crimson ears perked high atop her lovely crown. In Samarkand, the she-wolves had all stayed together in the one den and the male guards shared another. The only wolves with separate dens were whelping mothers if they wished privacy with their litter, and her mother even slept alone most nights when she was not sharing shelter with her father. It still rather disturbed Paar that her father desired to lie with all the unrelated wolfesses of Samarkand, and her mother never muttered a word of disapproval. How could she share him, and not feel resentment over the fact that she was not enough for him?

She had preferred those nights with her pack-sisters, however. It was nice to be curled close to other warm bodies when the chill of night crept in, and it had made her less disconnected. Being together made the pack feel like just that: a pack.

"That is strange," Paar agreed. She had not voiced her concern over the sleeping arrangements in Swiftcurrent because she'd been part of packs with similar ideas. She assumed it was normal for wolves to be separated in their own dens, and so she'd learned to appreciate her privacy. "Do you think the others would approve of the idea?" Paarthurnax was certain that Shadow in particular would do flips at the idea of being closer to her.