Raven's Watch we're terrified of what's around the corner

Warbone snorted, but it was an approving sort of noise. It was all he could ask of her, that she consider the proposal, and he would manage with either decision she made. For now, he was content to let her stew over it, with no expectation of an answer soon. If he were being honest with himself, his idea had been born of loneliness and a desire to dedicate himself to something. Being a Dragon had not suited him, but he should have known that before his stay. He had left his own birthplace, full of figurative dragons, because it wasn't the lifestyle he saw for himself. Finding himself in another pack of dragons had not been a wise settlement. 

The wolf yawned, craning his neck so that he could lay his head carefully across her forelegs -- quite intrusive of him, but Warbone had cradled and cleaned her for the better part of the afternoon -- and he felt no unease there at first. Conversationally, he mumbled something near the fur of her chest. "What is your name?"