Swiftcurrent Creek I hate what didn't kill me.

When she arrived, Paarthurnax whimpered softly. She submitted accordingly as the young leader approached: her ears back, head bowed, tail tucked. Her glassy copper eyes lingered hesitantly on Bazi's muzzle as she drew near, and she couldn't find the strength to speak just yet. A large part of her yearned to reach out, to comfort her with physical embrace, but then she recalled the reason behind all of this. With Danica's preference for her own gender laid out, it now acted as a barrier between the two she-wolves. She found herself wondering if Bazi might resent any female who was close to her, for fear that a similar situation might arise.

The question that the pale queen asked her pierced her heart, and Paar slackened noticeably. She'd been hoping it was all going to be some big joke that Bazi would set right, so her words solidified the truth. She nodded, tentatively and sadly. "We are courting," she said, almost a whisper, and she fidgeted nervously in place. "Would you not... reconsider?"