Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

He told her that he loved her, and her sudden onset of stress leeched away. Paarthurnax slackened noticeably and sank against his side, relief flooding through her that her beau did not plan to ask something of her that she may not be able to do for him. She breathed in deep the scent of him, silver fur mingling lovingly with cinnamon, and she listened carefully to what he had to say.

It had only been a few short months that she'd known him, but in that time Paarthurnax had found exactly what she's been looking for. Shadow was a doting, gentle and selfless creature when it came to her happiness. He'd been willing to give her his all, right from the very start.

And she was willing to do likewise for him. "I will be yours," Paarthurnax smiled, lifting her head from Shadow's powerful shoulder to look deeply into the liquid mercury of his irises. She has vowed to him upon their rendezvous at Duck Lake that she would be his and bear his offspring, and that had not changed in the weeks since.