Swiftcurrent Creek this is your fate

Don't make me do this, Paar thought fiercely as she closed her eyes tight, and breathed in the scent of her companion as he shifted to stand at her side. He seemed to offer a shoulder for her to lean on, but the crimson beauty stood rigid in place, unable to think straight. She tried to steel herself, and focused on Shadow's voice as he rejected her determined suggestion to speak with Bazi. Paarthurnax' breathing quickened; how was she supposed to choose? Bazi was her friend. Shadow was her... Something? She was learning to love him. Could she throw that opportunity away? Could she turn her tail on her leader's faith in her?

Silence feel between the pair, and she lifted her head to look upon the ashen male with uncertainty. What if she were to follow him, and his plans did not succeed? Bazi would never trust her again. And then where would they go? So many questions swarmed within her head, she did not know where to start. "I'm not ready," the young Frostfur said softly, the crack in her voice threatening to give. She couldn't quite manage to say yes, but did not want to say no either. "What if we don't work?"