Swiftcurrent Creek all of my worries

Paarthurnax lavished attention in the younger girl, who would have purred if wolves were capable of it. Little did Bazi know now that she would jeopardise this relationship - and many others - in the coming days, succumbing to a pug-headedness far in excess of even her own mother.

But for now, talked stayed on breeding. Bazi made a little face at Paar's description, but a grin broke through the grimace. "That sounds.. horrible. How do you keep it out of your fur?! My mother and sisters used to leave the main group whilst they were.. doing that. We met a lot of strangers on our range and frankly... they didn't trust my brothers to make an exception for siblings." Another face. "What was your family like? Not like this one, right? Sometimes I wonder if you could break it by coughing." The mirth dropped out of her voice as quickly as it had risen, and it was wide, childish eyes that regarded the healer now, begging for a good story.