Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

When she heeded him, Grayday rewarded her with sloppy licks against her cheek. "If it was me, I wouldn't have put it on your cheek," he said frankly, moving his nose down the side of her throat, and stopping where her foreleg came up to meet her chest only because he could reach no further from this position. "I think I can be a bit more creative than that, don't you?"

He shifted to the other side of her neck and nibbled at the base of her ear. "But yeah, it's all part of the plan."

A little thrill went through him as she started talking about names. This is happening. This is real, he thought to himself, pushing his nose into Catori's plush cheek. He didn't have a name to give her, but he almost wished he did. Then, when she introduced himself, she would be telling everyone that she was his.

"In my homeland, we used our pack's names as identifiers. I was born Grayday of Sameth-by-the-River. I'm Grayday of Morningside, here," he explained. They were all 'of Morningside' to him, even if they weren't talking about marrying him. "I could take your name," he suggested, warming to the idea despite his exasperation with the idea of a second name to remember. It was difficult enough to remember everyone's first name. "What do you think about that?"