Swiftcurrent Creek my whole heart

Bazi welcomed her to her, returning a flurry of affectionate kisses with equal enthusiasm. The crimson Frostfur crooned fondly for her friend, but the excitement over their reunion seemed short-lived. She examined the pale wolfess, who appeared to be a shell of her former self: scrawny, unkempt and obviously not of good health. Paarthurnax' smile faded, and she stepped forward to reach out to Bazi once more, this time gently as to touch the tip of her noise to her former Alphess' cheek.

The skinny wolf did not read Paar's expression of concern, however, but instead questioned what had happened to her. She withdrew her muzzle then, pulling back just enough to seek Bazi's stormy blue eyes, her own copper irises dim with the weight of her grief. "I left him," Paarthurnax said simply, "you were right all along: we weren't right for each other."