Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

An arrogant bastard, he said. Paarthurnax blinked up at her beau with wide, lovely eyes, her copper irises alight with wonder as to why he'd ask such a question. Why did he care what others thought of him? Nobody could ever be perfect. Each wolf had its own unique flaws and strengths - she had hers, and Shadow of course had his.

She truly felt that, before Shadow admitted his heritage and unmasked his strange accent, she knew the real him. And she knew that wolf was far from arrogant. He'd been a doting, gentle, caring lover, a dreamer. Dominant and stubborn, yes, but to her he'd been nothing but kind. That was what she loved about him.

"I don't think you are," the russet beauty said softly, swinging her muzzle toward her partner to clack her teeth playfully at the fur of his neck before lowering to her haunches by his side. "But why pretend?"