Something more than just knowing better.

Paarthurnax did not know how to respond when she rose her lovely crown and settled her bright eyes on the form of a painfully familiar Noctisardor wolfess. She paused at once in her tracks, gaze wide with surprise and uncertainty as she struggled to piece together something to say. "Crëyr," the crimson healer muttered softly, barely a whisper, and tentatively made to close some distance between herself and the ashen she-wolf.

"I am sorry," for leaving you, not for leaving him. "Shadow and I, we... we're too different." Paarthurnax didn't have to give her reasons to Crëyr, a woman who had no business or involvement in she and the power-driven Alpha's brief mateship, but she felt that she owed her at least some sort of explanation for the unfair way she'd handled the situation.