Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

One last one from you? :) Edited your titles and stuff.

"Frostfur-Mortis?" If translated, that would technically mean Frostfur-Death and he didn't want their offspring's names to become Death, no they were angels. He shook his head, "Frostfur-Angelus Mortis, since if we say Frostfur-Mortis it would mean Frostfur-Death and that won't be nice." He smiled at her when she said she wished to keep her maiden name, he would've preferred for her to take his last name but it was her choice. He wasn't going to be one of those Roman males that thought women were their property because they weren't. He didn't even think of slaves as his property, just a servant but still another wolf even if treated a bit differently.

He wrapped himself protectively around his mate, his coniunx now and smiled, glancing up at the sky, a flash of fiery light appeared in the dark pelt for a second before vanishing. And he knew Jupiter and Juno and all the gods had approved of his marriage with Paarthurnax. He sighed contently and nosed her affectionately, murmuring teasingly "What about our sleeping arrangements?".