Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

Scimitar thankfully did not pry, though she doubted he'd missed the obvious fact that she was not like other females in their Northern region. Her voice was faintly accented, her features fine and her pelt feathery; she was different. But he looked beyond her differences and saw a girl worth defending, a pack-mate, perhaps a friend. With a playful nip to Paarthurnax' cheek, the agouti male trotted from her with the suggestion of a distraction.

"Sounds like a plan," the russet wolfess chirped, pulling herself together and loping after her comrade. She delivered a sharp nip to his flank and hopped aside to avoid retaliation, and followed Scimitar to assist him in pursuing their chosen prey.