Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

She was rather.. open, with specific thoughts – something that was completely opposite in nature to the burly man, and as such, he regarded her carefully. Injured as she was, the soft trace of ebony intermixed with silver seemed to enhance the beauty of her fur, and only then did he realize he found himself in front of a female that he found relatively attractive – something that had not happened for awhile, likely due to the simple fact he had blocked such possibilities out.

Perhaps, finally, he was cured of his heartache.

“That happens,” he muttered, though his tone was relatively dry – his own form shifting as he gave a nod to her injuries. “Do you have a home or someone who can look after that for you?” After all, Swiftcurrent Creek had a rather skilled healer, and if Paarthurnax could help heal those wounds that battered his companions body now, perhaps he could steal a few more stolen moments with her.