Swiftcurrent Creek momentum

Now that the pups were experimenting with new foods other than what she'd solely been providing them with for the past couple of weeks, they were without a doubt far smellier than before. When Relonikiv moved away to relieve himself at the entrance of their den, Paarthurnax followed his movements with her gaze. There he left a small deposit, but with a mighty stench to accompany it. The crimson healer scrunched her nose in distaste, then gathered herself to her paws to dispose of the mess her son had made.

She stepped over the wiggling little bodies of her pups, careful as always not to step of one, and just as she prepared to kick the poop outside to be buried, an unexpected visitor had arrived. Scimitar had come by regularly to deliver food and gifts, but it occurred to Paarthurnax that she hasn't had any real interaction with her Alpha since before her pups had been born.

The two-toned Frostfur welcomed her leader into the hollow, but promptly excused herself to get rid of Relon's offensive present. She strode outside into the cold, scraped away the earth that had previously covered a meal someone had delivered, and buried her child's excrement before returning and lowering herself onto the furs beside her offspring.

Durnehviir stirred in her sleep, and Paarthurnax quickly sought to aid her toward slumber again by flicking her tongue affectionately across the girl's tiny shoulders. Trajan remained deep in sleep, whereas Julius and Relonikiv were still very much awake. They were by far the most active of her children.

Scimitar spoke to the golden boy, and Paar smiled with amusement as she made to exchange a playful glance with the cinnamon leader. What he said in regards to a potential nickname, however, alerted the mother's expression to one of surprise and disapproval. "Not in this lifetime," she announced, feigning offence at the idea of her beloved baby dragon parading around such a horrifying title.