Swiftcurrent Creek I'll be the one, if you want me to.

She let herself cower instinctively before the pale brute, her gaze never stating from his lower limbs for great that he might make a lunge in her direction. In her pitiful crouch, Paar could easily spring off and make a quick getaway if things got ugly, assuming her comrade didn't stand too close.

It was add though he read her mind, and soon was directly in front of her. Paar leaned off to one side, tongue flicking nervously across her teeth and upper lip in a surefire sign that she was afraid and willing to submit drastically if he forced her to. "Paarthurnax," was her immediate answer when the Arctic wolf demanded to know who she was, then proceeded to request further information. "This was my old den, when I lived her before. I-I... She sucked in a breath."I returned just yesterday."