Silvertip Mountain chainsaw

If Will knew what Krypton was thinking, he would have laughed out loud. Not in a sarcastic or rude manner, but a genuine laugh of surprise. How would common names 'save others' exactly? Will would rather use words or claws and fangs to save himself than use his absurdly common name. Sometimes, he really did not understand others, but then again, it was that, that drawn him to other wolves, so it was, he supposed, a good thing. Luckily for Krypton, however, Will was not a mind reader and so he remained peacefully ignorant of his tawny agouti companion's thoughts. He caught up easily with her; having long legs were a real advantage most of the time.

Will opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was going to ask where they were heading but at the last moment, decided against it, thinking that perhaps, it was just better to go with the flow and let someone else take the lead for once. They walked in companionable silence before Krypton spoke, telling him that up ahead was the den site. "Yeah, I think I know," he replied with his signature crooked, yet still rather charming smile, eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed curiously at the nearing site in front of him. Eager to see it for the first time.

"You like it here, don't you?" Will asked her, gazing amiably into her eyes, not in disrespect, but simply out of genuine curiosity. "It's peaceful."