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

Her shoulder muscles bunched then, but Paarthurnax showed no emotion; who did this wolf think he was? Upon her arrival, Scimitar had kindly escorted her to her old densite purely so she could rest, having been drained completely from her trip. Did this wolf think himself important enough to be sought out by all newcomers? Paar had no idea who he was, not even his name.

"Our Alpha allowed me the opportunity to rest before I made my return known," she offered in response, her voice heavy with emotion, and still refusing to lift her head or even her gaze for fear of adding to whatever insult her presence had created. "I traveled for several days, and barely stopped. I was exhausted."

A part of her understood his concern: the pack's protection came first to so many, and she knew in her heart that this wolf was very likely a great asset to their leader. But she couldn't help take his suspicion personally...