give my heart a place to rest

He stood and she made no move to keep him from doing so, instead focusing on his words. Tatsuya. Kapvik. He obviously held no attachment to the name Tonravik had given him. "You will understand." In time. Eventually. Tomorrow. In a year. The precise time he would, Kroc didn't care to know, for knowing wouldn't change what was inevitable. 

He asked her the same question. Her ears flickered but there was no hesitation, just beginning again to listen to he sounds around them. "Kroc or Nanuk." In truth, she would answer to both. "Don't be a shithead next time and I won't have to beat your ass." It wasn't a malicious statement, just matter of fact. It was her way of telling him that she wouldn't hesitate to do this all again.