Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

Paarthurnax followed her companion closely, never straying far from his flank, and upon their arrival to an unusual hollow in the woodland surrounded by walls of sturdy rocks, she paused at the entrance to look all around her. The bright white moon illuminated everything its light touched there, causing the slick surface of the boulders to shimmer and the dancing blades of grass to glisten. Most beautiful of all, Shadow seemed to glow and outshine their surroundings.

She settled her copper eyes on his handsome form, and made to close the distance between them. Her forehead butted against his cheek gently as she growled affectionately, and briefly rested her shoulder against his own as she lifted her head to seek his platinum gaze. Words were not something they needed right then; the appreciation and adoration in her gaze spoke volumes for how she felt.