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

Much to her surprise, Scimitar brought forth a very awkward topic. She blinked at him, not sure how to respond, as her thoughts turned to the evening when he'd advanced on her. In his time of need he sought the comfort of someone who cared for him - she understood that and held no ill feeling toward him. Perhaps a young Paarthurnax would have allowed him the opportunity to find comfort in her embrace, but she'd been too devoted and loyal to Shadow to even consider the encounter possible. Now, as an un-mated wolfess, still she did not covet the idea of being courted by Scimitar; he was Bazi's, whether she was physically present or not.

"You don't have to be sorry," she mustered, and was keen to leave the subject in the past. Nothing had happened between them, and thus Scimitar had nothing to be guilty for. Paar observed quietly as the tawny Alpha made to made a prompt retreat, following him with her tired eyes before she moved toward her old den. She slipped inside and slumped to the ground, her shoulder propped against the cool wall as she curled close to herself and let herself go to the need for sleep.