Mount Apikuni a lonely lover's charm

To her quip, he smiled he let out a soft snicker. “Well, we can’t all be planning divas,” he replied with a wink. “I don’t think I’d make a very good diva in any circumstance.” Viggo was far from it, although he entertained himself with the thought of being high-maintenance. He very well could have been, but it was not in his nature to be so. His line had their own traits, and much of that included being loyal to those he trusted. So far, only Ptarmigan had fallen into that category, but he could easily see himself falling under the same spell for Kipling.

Viggo could feel the conversation tapering off, and yet he did nothing to stop the inevitable. Instead, he simply sat in comfortable silence, allowing her to continue their banter if she wished, or remain silent if that was her pleasure. Viggo, of course, would not mind either way. He was a calm, patient, and able wolf, but he also knew where his strengths lay. Level-headed was oft used to describe him, even though he had spent much of his youth chasing after a ghost.