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The tawny girl had her ears perked up towards the male, they flickered like a dancing flame. His response, a deep voice, spoke of his full name, William. However he told her his common name, Will. It was a nice name to the female's ears, it rolled off the tongue nicely and suited him as well. In her most honest opinion, it sounded regal, and to her, Will was a spitting image of royalty. Dark fur but eyes that seemed to shimmer the tiniest to her, he looked as if he belonged to the pack of Black Feather Woods almost (in a non-murderous sense).

She had met a queen once, a viking queen from a a very different culture. Gyda was her name, a very regal and honorable woman. In Krypton's eyes, Will looked as if he was some King or rather Prince (considering his looks of a young age). She gave him a nod of her head and heard him ask for her name as well.

"I am Krypton." The tawny woman replied in a short sentence, she wouldn't expose her birth name. No, she hadn't done that to anyone here, only the ones that know are her family, and she hadn't contacted them in over a year. It's not like she wanted to anyways, her feelings were still quite bitter. That would not matter though now, it was the past and something she could change later on if she dared to venture back to her homeland. 

"You would probably like to see the territory now, eh?" She spoke nicely towards him, but her once flat tongue had let its natural Canadian Accent slip. The burly woman felt a little flustered to let her accent slip a little, but that was that.