Silvertip Mountain i'm so sick of being sober

"Lady Zaria," Will finished his sentence in his deep baritone, a charming smile touching the corner of his lips as his dark cobalt blue eyes lit up with a gleam, full of unknown emotion. He cocked his head slightly when she said she had a mate called FitzDutiful. Weird name, if you asked him, but then, Will had plenty of weird names himself before settling on being called plain on William so he wasn't going to make fun of the guy, however high the temptation was. Instead, a crooked yet charming smile graced his youthful features as he inclined his head in a princely manner, "it is my honor," he murmured softly.

Silvertip Mountain. Will tested those words in his head and decided that it wasn't too bad. Obviously, it wasn't as well named as Ranger's Coast but then, not everyone had the same kind of creativity the wolves Will grew up with had. He supposed he would just have to get used to it and begin a new life here, a great life. "Thank you," Will said modestly when she told him that she thought her mate would like him; he didn't know what kind of man this FitzDutiful was but, he'll take it as a compliment anyhow.

Will nodded when she told him about her bite and simply smiled; he had no comment for that. Besides, he felt that if he did say anything, he'll end up with a large chunk of his ass missing and his ass was hella pretty so no way.