Swiftcurrent Creek Only hate the road when you're missing home.

Paarthurnax abandoned the heated topic of faith, wishing not to pursue it further. Everyone was entitled to believe what they wished, regardless of what another might think. Her heart did ache at the thought; religion had been one of many reasons that she and Shadow could not be compatible. Her former mate had been so devoted to his Gods that at times, she wondered if he could love her as fiercely. It was ridiculous to compare herself to creatures she could not herself believe were real, and she'd tried to express interest in them, but ultimately his outlook on life was just far too different to her own.

"Anik," she repeated with a warm smile, "it is a good, strong name." The crimson beauty eyed her young companion curiously, her feathered tail lashing thoughtfully about her haunches. "So, Nefarious is something of a nick-name? Was it tradition in your home for all children to inherit a new name as they grew and developed personalities?" It was not uncommon for pups to live out their first few weeks or months of life without a title. A name was important: it was something that a wolf would live with for their entire life, so she understood that some parents wished to make time to find the right ones.