Swiftcurrent Creek our season

"All wolves grow thicker coats as the seasons turn," Dovev pointed out. Bazi shrugged - yes, of course, but how would Paarthurnax do when winter got its claws into her golden fur? She didn't look fit to weather the cold, but perhaps that was because of her metaphorical warmth. And anyway.. Paarthurnax was no longer Bazi's responsibility.

"Do you have any advice? I've only weathered winters with other northern wolves.. but you had a pack in the east," she reminded him, noting the flick of his tail and sweeping her own in an arc through the air in absent-minded response. There was something comforting about the way Dovev conducted himself; he was very.. official, and it made her trust him. Whether she was unwise to do so whilst they were still virtual strangers remained to be seen.