Rising Sun Valley Through shadow, to the edge of night.

Fading this.

His words intrigued her, but Paarthurnax did not pry. Instead she remained solid in her place, listening intently with her over-sized Arabic ears pressed forward atop her lovely crown, interest glimmering n her lovely irises. When he moved on to then speak of her happiness she smiled warmly in response, though it was short-lived and concern soon swept across her features. "Bloodshed?" Paar questioned, uncertainty in her tone. "Why would you think that?"

She was not sure how much Adair knew of where she and Shadow had come from, or the circumstances surrounding their departure. Paarthurnax felt increasingly uneasy as she considered the possibility that Noctisardor may be at odds with Swiftcurrent Creek, assuming this was what her dark-furred companion hinted at. A concerned frown tugged at her mouth and she waited rather impatiently for his retort. When it came much like his previous responses, in some form of mysterious riddle, she felt confused and uncertain. Giving up, she bid her pack-mate a prompt farewell and made off to be alone with her thoughts.