Swiftcurrent Creek Say something, I'm giving up on you.

She followed him slowly and carefully, though it was Paarthurnax that ended up leading the way as it occurred to her that very few wolves in Swiftcurrent Creek had known where she'd rest. Despite her social, caring nature, Paar was also a very private creature. She valued the freedom to be alone when need be; her little underground hollow had been her safe place during her entire time as a member of the pack. It would likely become so again, as she focused on healing her wounded heart and tending to her newborns.

"Thank you," she broke the uncomfortable silence and smiled when the duo arrived at their destination, though it did not reach her eyes and nor did she look her escort's way. Paarthurnax scanned the abandoned plot which appeared uninhabited still, littered by fallen leaves and branches and obviously unkempt, though her nearby herb cache remained almost entirely untouched. She had dug it out specifically for its location, which sheltered its precious treasures from the elements in preparation to be sought out in the Wintertime, when fresh herbs would not be so readily available.

The mere sight of her densite, no matter how untidy, forced the reminder of how utterly exhausted she was. It was then that she turned again to her dear friend, "for everything. For being here for me."