Swiftcurrent Creek this could be paradise

Her heart thrummed, pulsing hot anger through her veins, and Paarthurnax was so startled by this too-similar brute that she felt as though her limbs might give way beneath her. She watched with a fierce, harsh glower as the ashen male submitted, backing away until he was knee-deep in bitterly cold water, but the crimson Frostfur did not dare stop him. Instead she too took a careful, long stride backward, her eyes never breaking focus with the brother of her former mate.

Raziel skillfully struck and killed fish, before tossing them onto land just beyond the creek's edge. Paarthurnax blinked down at them fleetingly, resuming once more her firm glare on the teal-eyed Angelus Mortis. He offered apologies to her and, as sincere as they might have been, she could not find it in her heart to accept them. "You don't get to come here and dictate to me what you think you know," she started, ready to delve into defensive detail of the reasons why she'd chosen to depart Noctisardor and its harsh ruler. But as she looked upon Raziel, the wolf who would be uncle to her pups, Paar knew that she had no need to tell such a personal tragedy to a stranger. "I don't know who you've been talking to or what they've told you, but frankly this is not your damn business."