Swiftcurrent Creek It's getting dark in this heart of mine.

Somehow - some way, Paarthurnax grasped at him in a way no she-wolf ever had. Perhaps it was the soft eyes that were usually held with such tender care, or how delicate of a beauty she seemed, only to turn and reveal she might be the strongest of them all. He tipped his creamy muzzle downward in recognition to her dismissal, but he did not move from his spot.

The Alpha watched her as she moved away, a small frown playing upon his features before disappearing. Her world had been turned upside down, and there was little more he could do to salvage it, spare give her and her unborn brood a safe haven to call home.

He had warned her of the silver male - asked her not to go, even. But he did not stand victorious. The emotional injury she had sustained only allowed his hatred of Shadow deepen, and instead, he felt lifeless. As her lithe form disappeared from view, the Frostfur took his own turn to leaving, instead, trailing to the openness of the Creek where he would settle for the night, absorbed by his thoughts but far from absolved.