give my heart a place to rest

I'm thinking we should end it here? With one more post from you two, of course. :3

Kroc's statement made his thoughts swim. What exactly did she mean by understanding Kapvik? Was he to shed his name and take on this new one? Hm...That made him uneasy. He was content with his current name and all that it entailed, but to the likes of Tartok, Tatsuya meant nothing. Steadily, perhaps, he would grow to accept the title more than his current one but the Zeta did not think it possible to shed an identity entirely. He would always be Tatsuya, but Kapvik was an anonymity; a guise geared towards Tartok and it's creed. Or so he thought. One day he would confront Tonravik about...this. Whatever this is. She will likely ease his worries. Or make them worse. It was hard telling with her.
INDENT“But...being a shithead is my favorite pastime,” he demurely replied. So long as Kroc would not find his occasional defiance as anything personal, Tatsuya was fine having her above him in rank. He roughly nudged her with his nose. I defer to you and am currently happy about it was what he tried to convey, but the motion might have been seen as an exuberant display. Maybe it was both. It's been a while since he has run with his own, so social awkwardness was to be expected.
INDENTTonravik rose, drawing Kapvik's gaze. She padded over to them and nosed them both. Kapvik wagged his tail. An elated and deliberate movement at Tonravik's proposition. He wasted no time in shadowing the Alpha's steps. Surely Kroc would come...? As much as he enjoyed spending his time with Tonravik, he would like to see more of Kroc as well. There was more to her than capability and crassness, no?