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They sat together, solid and united, but Paarthurnax could not bear to lift her gaze and look upon them. She felt Bazi's reassuring weight against her flank, a strong reminder that she was far from alone, but she did not find comfort in the silence from their pack-mates. Unaware of their opinions and uncertain if she even wanted to know, she sat hunched at her pale companion's side, wishing with every fiber of her being to be dismissed sooner rather than later.

She continued to feel incredibly on edge, even more so with the approach of a late wolfess. Curiously, Paarthurnax peeked up at the approaching female who wore a mottled coat of honey and butterscotch, but averted her copper gaze to her alabaster paws once again when the latecomer spoke up to apologise for her delay.

What she said next made her heart plummet, however, despite how right Paar knew she was.

The crimson Frostfur did not object, but she seemed to sink further. With a soft whisper audible perhaps only to her former Alphess, Paarthurnax prepared herself for the likelihood of similar responses from others. Before those came, however, Scimitar made to regain control of the situation by leaping at once to her defense.

Stop, she yearned to beg of him, don't turn them against you because of me. Paarthurnx inhaled deeply, breathed in the scent of Bazi in attempt to keep herself from crumbling, and awaited further opinions of her pack-mates.