Swiftcurrent Creek I hate what didn't kill me.

Paarthurnax melted before her. For once, Bazi found it a little embarrassing - not because it wasn't proper etiquette, but because it was so utterly undeserved. She wilted as her pack-mate did, ears drooping and tail swaying near the ground. Tears threatened to well, and she choked hard on a sob when Paarthurnax bid she reconsider in the same breath as answering her question without really saying 'Yes'.

"It won't .. it won't matter now!" the Alpha wailed, her composure crumbling as she dropped to her belly in front of her subordinate. She wanted more than anything to be comforted - straight, gay, harbouring secret feelings; in that moment it didn't matter. "She's gone - she hates me! Scimitar hates me, everyone else will find out and they will hate me too. What wise old crone does everyone go to in order to become Apple Pie Alphas, exactly?" Bazi sniffed hard, her face a mess of tears. "What will I do now?"