Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

Yep, I'll fade here. :)

She didn't really understand how his surname worked. Did he have two? Was one passed on from his father, and the other from his mother? He said they meant something, which she never really considered, and truthfully she was curious as to why he was so determined to hold onto his father's title when her childhood beneath his rule had been such a cruel one.

Happy to let the topic go for the time being, Paarthurnax nodded and sank against her mate's strong frame. Relaxed and content, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I built my den near my herb cache," she said softly, craving an eye open to look upon her partner with a mischievous smirk. "I think I could squeeze you in. "

Together they could expand it, and perhaps it could even serve as her whelping den when it came time for her litter to be born. She wished for it to be snug and warm, which it was not, but with extra bodies it would need to be larger.