Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

He crumbled somewhat, overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude, and he looked at her with utmost adoration. His tail thumped the ground and her own did likewise as she thrust her muzzle against her partner's pale cheek to deliver an enthusiastic kiss.

Mrs Angelus Mortis, he called her, then they both seemed to freeze. Paarthurnax blinked up at the sterling male, and exhaled softly as he announced that he did not mind if she bore his surname or not, and her expression softened. Her father had not shared his family name with any of his wives (did he even have one?) nor his offspring. It had been traditional for wolves of Samarkand to inherit the surname of their mother, and although she wished to hold onto her tradition, she did have a compromise to suit them both.

"I am and will always be a Frostfur," the crimson beauty announced, her heart aflutter. "I would like for my daughters to bear my family name, too, and my sons to inherit that of their father. Or we could combine both our names, if you wish?"