Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

He fell into stride alongside her, leaving down to her level to deliver his usual affectionate gestures. Paarthurnax smiled fondly toward him, her heart selling with pride and affection. Her thoughts turned briefly toward Scimitar and his plea for her to return to Swiftcurrent, accompanied with the concern that Shadow would ultimately hurt her... But how could he think like that? The sterling outrider had been nothing but gentlemanly, patient and during toward her. She was concerned that maybe their relationship had progressed too quickly, but had no doubt in her heart over her choice to let him court her.

Paar shook everyone else from her mind, and focused entirely on her beloved. This night was one of celebration, not solemn pondering. When the pairs happened across a clearing with a break in the canopy, Shadow gestured above, pointing out the moon's rise. Curious, the crimson healer looked up to see the pale sphere, surrounded by dark purple and hot oranges, as night surrounded them. She assumed that Diana might be some sort of God that he followed; many of the wolves in Samarkand had followed certain beliefs, some of her family included, but she had not been swayed.

"It's beautiful," the young Frostfur said, pausing in her tracks to better observe the sunset. This was not the first that she and Shadow had shared together, and would certainly not be the last.