Swiftcurrent Creek Slobberbone

Nefarious blinked up at her, and although he did not respond with words, his smile spoke a thousand words. She had a lot of respect for him, this wolf of an unusual upbringing, who made her curious and uncertain at the same time. A part of her worried that she might offend him, considering his strong beliefs while she opted to follow only the way of the wolf. Religion had erected a huge barrier between she and Shadow, and although Paar had tried hard to understand his ways and learn from him, she'd realised that she could not accept them. And as they were a huge part of who he was, it would not have been fair to demand that he change.

She relaxed and watched as little Relonikiv flopped over onto his belly, his little golden tail wiggling between his hind limbs in a very obvious display of submission, and her smile softened somewhat. Her littlest son had been destined to be at the bottom of the pecking order since birth, just as it seemed her firstborn was so eager to remain at the top despite his palest brother being so much larger than him. Durnehviir was perhaps of equal size to Trajan, but had yet to display any dominance.

Her pack-mate spoke directly to the tiny child, who finally rolled back over until he was right-side-up, then shuffled forward to investigate paws that were probably about the same size as Relon himself. Little dragon, he called him, and Paarthurnax felt her heart skip a beat. He had remembered, and her feathery tail flopped merrily at her hindquarters as she continued to watch in silence.