Volcano Pack:                 

The Alpha den is where the Alphas live, sleep, and sometimes relax. They can often be found here in their downtime, but one mustn't enter without the Alphas permission. The penalty for such an action is up to the Alphas.

Please take into account that all dens are built into the sides of the Volcano, and a tunnel like system connects the pack, dug and crafted into the thickened soles of the mountain sides. Therefore, the surroundings are very rocky and cave-like, though the pack has whatever modern comforts they can work into their homes.

(Gonna copy the last two posts from Wolfgang and Cortana to set up the scene and reply here at the same time)

Wolfgang deepened the kiss as they began their passionate make out, slipping his tongue into the gentle sloping cavern that was her mouth, hands beginning to move of their own accord; one slid up beneath her shirt, the other down and around to the front of her waist, piddling with the buttons upon her jeans, unclasping them before he shrugged them down and off of her, careful not to tear or rip them, however, seeing as he knew these were the only garments she had, and would have to make do with them until the couple could venture out to the city to buy or obtain her some new ones. Next the shirt came off, followed by her bra, the male permitting her to undress him as easily as he'd performed the same liberation for her, though as she unbuckled the pants, she could feel the heightened desire of his arousal, a fact that caused him to blush deeply as he slid his hands up underneath her thighs, moving to stand, lifting her up to settle against his waist again as he steered them towards the bed, effectively carrying her to the softly defined mattress whilst she tucked the agonizing beauty of her legs about him. Moving gently, Wolfgang maneuvered them so that Cortana was along her back, splayed along the mattress, his form sprawled over top of her own, his lips breaking from the contact of the kiss as he sucked in a breath, trailing his lips lightly down the teasing flesh of her neck, then adjusting them to suckle down the length of her breast, strong hands coming around to grasp and massage them, even as he supported himself upon one elbow, preparing himself, and her, for entry, and for the ultimate song of their love and affiliation, the greatest expression of their affection and epitome of their mately bond. Adra twisted his head around and perked up when his mate entered the realm, climbing to his feet and racing towards her as well, calling her name in return before he paused and lifted his head, the wolf like demon lifting his jaws and skull to bay his thrilling joy at the glimmering light of the silver moon, faint and watered it may be, before he was on his way towards her once again, meeting her halfway and enveloping her in that demonic wolfish hug and showering her with the utmost capacity of his affections.

Cortana kissed him back deeply and passionately her tongue danced with his when it entered her mouth. She didn't mind if her cloths were torn. She knew that when they returned to her birth pack there could still be some of her clothes there she could pick up. She gently unclothed him and blushed seeing and feeling his arousal. She smiled softly and wrapped her legs and arms around him as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. When he broke the kiss and trailed his kisses down she tilted her head back and moaned softly at the soft contact. Her eyes gently closed as she got ready to feel him enter her and share the ultimate song of their love. the most greatest expression of their affection and bound too each other. Shadowsnare smiled and hugged him back when he hugged her. Her tail wagging fast" oh my Dear Adra I have missed you "she said softly covering his face with her wolf kisses.

(Time skip) Wolfgang lay beside his mate, curling his more masculine form about her slender one, his soft white hair drifting into the gentle features of his face. The two toned eyes that were his orbs were content, his grasp, a soft embrace meant to comfort and protect the love of his life as no other would, enfolded her in his natural warmth, enshrouding her in the fiery embers of his own body heat, ensuring that she would not be cold, nor would she catch any sort of chill. The black tail that accompanied the taller and leanly toned male wrapped about Cortana's own, the blankets were pulled up so that they were tucked just beneath the blonde's chin as she slept, resting peacefully after the love making session the two of them had just undergone, sealing and cementing their bond as a mated pair, and further confirming their mateship like no other would. As he lay there, quietly contemplating his role in the pack, and their fate and future, as well as the heavy burdens of such leadership, Wolfgang heaved a soft sigh, wondering what was to come, what further atrocities and terrors the future was to bring - for he knew from bitter, painful experience it would get worse before it got better, and despite his efforts and the never ending work of his toils, the pack would still end up facing its darkest hour before long: The time for such was nigh, what with the reoccuring invasions of the vampires, and the damaging extent they were willing to go to obliterate the Wolven as his species had once annihilated them, and Wolfgang feared the worst for his little pack, his small group of lone surviving Wolven...still, if anyone could lead them out of this inherent and crushing darkness, Wolfgang was certain it was Cortana, for she, unlike Wolfgang himself, was an experienced leader, taught and trained to handle such burdens and dilemmas, but even as such, the Wolven male who had claimed himself as Cortana's beloved mate would not let her face this burden alone, as she would not abandon him in his desperate time of need; no, they would live together and work off of each other, and Wolfgang, poor inexperienced Wolfgang, would grow and learn, would determine what it was and just what all it took to become a great and confident leader. Pushing these thoughts aside, he released yet another breath, and lightly kissed his mate upon her forehead, his fingers gently stroking the beautiful contour of Cortana's face, admiring her decievingly delicate features that belied her almost unnatural strength. He kept his motions light and gentle, not wishing to wake her, but commit them all the same he did, unable to restrain or help himself, aware of the shortening time they had privately together before their demons returned, apparently satisfied with their own elopement together, and the privacy they had been afforded by transitioning to another plane, though their time on it was drawing near - seeing as they had been bound to earthly hosts for so many centuries, neither of the interdimensional beings was capable of remaining separated from their bound hostly bodies for an extended period and length of time.

Cortana slept soundly snuggled close to him her hair continuelessly trying to fall in her face as she slept. Her hand gently curled up and tucked under her chin while resting against his chest. Her eyes flickered slightly while she slept showing that she was dreaming about something and catching a few twitches of her lips as if her lips wanted to smile. Her breathing was calm and steady while she slept. She was dreaming about their future and seeing the pack grow. Though she had only arrived with in the last couple days. She has felt more at home here then she had felt anywhere else. She felt her heart drawn towards the pack and wanting to lead them... Just as her father told her would happen when she would become alphness. The thought of her father sadned her because of how she missed him and how she missed so many teachings because of his passing. Wolfgang wasn't the only one that would be learning some of this stuff. She'd be right there with him learning too. Though she learned some things but not everything. She guessed it just came with time and experiance. She knew being an alpha would be hard work but she was looking forward to it... the fight with the Vampires.... not so much.. but all things will be dealt with in their own time.

Wolfgang sighed contentedly as he reclined back on the bed, his head resting idly on the pillow, one arm tucked about his mate's sleeping form as she rested, fingers tangling in her hair gently with the motion, his two toned eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, wondering when their demons might return - he hadn't felt Adra's presence reenter his form, nor did he sense the presence of his demon's mate; he couldn't sense Shadowsnare's growling irritance with either him or his own beloved, nor could he detect her shrewd presence of knowledge, vast collections of facts, inklings of the world and how it worked that had been relentlessly gathered over the centuries. Wolfgang knew that his own demonic beast was one that had resided in his bloodlines for generations, his father Ice had been born with him, and his father before him had been gifted with the demon as well. As each ruling sire had passed from this life onto the netherworld, the demon had transitioned to the eldest son of the family, and when it turned out that he could not pass himself on to the eldest son, then one of his own many sons would take his place, giving them life in this more human and materialistic world as well - but only if they wished it, only if they so desired to be given such a chance at this particular form of existence.

Turning this news, this fresh knowledge, over in his mind, Wolfgang gradually began to wander to other topics, such as who he and his wife would choose for a Beta or Betess - her acceptance of his proposal had deemed that the rank was open, as she had moved up to Alphess, the ruling female of the pack, thus vacating the prestigious position of second in command. They would need one of those, and quite soon, he had a feeling, for the young Alpha, as raw as he was, as green and untrained as he may have been, Wolfgang understood the importance of a second - anything could happen while in the tenure of leadership while in this pack, and he would not leave the small group of Wolven without a leader for even an instant. Should he or his mate fall temporarily in battle in the loss of a life, even as short a period of time as that may have been, Wolfgang knew that anything could potentially happen to those leaderless packmates, and they would have need of someone who could take charge of the situation should such a circumstance arise. Now the only question was...who was the best suited for the challenge of that particular rank, that primary position? Male or female mattered not to him, so long as they were capable of handling the extreme demands, and capable of performing well under extreme pressure, a high level of strain.

Cortana started to stir a little as she started to come into the half way of deep sleep and slightly aware. Her dream was of returning to the pack of her beginnings. She let a small growl escape her lips as she stirred. She was running with in her sleep hearing some sort of small out cry of a small wolf in the forest. Her breathing picked up for a moment. She was just about to reach the pup when a cavern opened up below her. Cortana woke up with a bark of alarm. She blinked and sat up slightly. She shook her head both ears and tail out in her human form. Her ears flirckered back and forth pushing her hair away from them. Her tail flickering under the sheets as she slowly gained control of her breathing. 

Wolfgang twitched an ear when she began to growl, lifting his head from the soft recesses of the pillow to regard her in puzzlement, unsure of why she would be growling, save for if she were dreaming. Taking that to be the case, the male gently rubbed her back, right between the shoulder blades in an effort to calm and soothe her, but he feared it failed miserably based upon the way she kept twitching and moaning, further evidenced by the swift nature of her breathing, something that both troubled and worried him. "Cortana," he whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder, cradling her closer to his more masculine form, gently, lovingly - he didn't want to hurt her, but nor did he want her to hurt him while in the throes of her dream, either. "Cortana," a bit louder this time, his husky voice, deep and filling to the ears, rumbling through the heart, residing within the very depths of the broadened chest, "Cortana, wake - " He is cut off by her bark of alarm, the rougher noise smothering the softer sound of his own, and his ears flicker backwards in pain at the abrupt nature of the communication even while the brute of a boy squinched his eyes narrowly in pain, inwardly wincing at the shrill tones of his beloved mate's panicked voice. He said naught about it to her, however, understanding she had simply been dreaming, and that it hadn't been a pleasant one, at that. Reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from the pretty visage of her face, he offered a reassuring smile, though the expression flickered into oblivion a moment later as he tweaked her nose, murmuring quietly in a sympathetic tone, "Nightmare?" His bare chest was warm to the touch, comfortingly so, and his white locks of hair glimmered and gleamed in the low level of light, not that the two of them would have any problems seeing - with their Wolven blood, vision in a setting such as this was a piece of cake. His tail twined about hers as he watched its swishing movements beneath the blankets, his free hand encircling one of her own as he squeezed it reassuringly, bringing it up to the threshold of his lips, where he daintily kissed it, thumb rubbing softly over the back of the milky white cream of her own skin, his touch soft, reassuring.

Wolfgang twitched an ear when she began to growl, lifting his head from the soft recesses of the pillow to regard her in puzzlement, unsure of why she would be growling, save for if she were dreaming. Taking that to be the case, the male gently rubbed her back, right between the shoulder blades in an effort to calm and soothe her, but he feared it failed miserably based upon the way she kept twitching and moaning, further evidenced by the swift nature of her breathing, something that both troubled and worried him. "Cortana," he whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder, cradling her closer to his more masculine form, gently, lovingly - he didn't want to hurt her, but nor did he want her to hurt him while in the throes of her dream, either. "Cortana," a bit louder this time, his husky voice, deep and filling to the ears, rumbling through the heart, residing within the very depths of the broadened chest, "Cortana, wake - " He is cut off by her bark of alarm, the rougher noise smothering the softer sound of his own, and his ears flicker backwards in pain at the abrupt nature of the communication even while the brute of a boy squinched his eyes narrowly in pain, inwardly wincing at the shrill tones of his beloved mate's panicked voice. He said naught about it to her, however, understanding she had simply been dreaming, and that it hadn't been a pleasant one, at that. Reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from the pretty visage of her face, he offered a reassuring smile, though the expression flickered into oblivion a moment later as he tweaked her nose, murmuring quietly in a sympathetic tone, "Nightmare?" His bare chest was warm to the touch, comfortingly so, and his white locks of hair glimmered and gleamed in the low level of light, not that the two of them would have any problems seeing - with their Wolven blood, vision in a setting such as this was a piece of cake. His tail twined about hers as he watched its swishing movements beneath the blankets, his free hand encircling one of her own as he squeezed it reassuringly, bringing it up to the threshold of his lips, where he daintily kissed it, thumb rubbing softly over the back of the milky white cream of her own skin, his touch soft, reassuring.

Wolfgang twitched an ear when she began to growl, lifting his head from the soft recesses of the pillow to regard her in puzzlement, unsure of why she would be growling, save for if she were dreaming. Taking that to be the case, the male gently rubbed her back, right between the shoulder blades in an effort to calm and soothe her, but he feared it failed miserably based upon the way she kept twitching and moaning, further evidenced by the swift nature of her breathing, something that both troubled and worried him. "Cortana," he whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder, cradling her closer to his more masculine form, gently, lovingly - he didn't want to hurt her, but nor did he want her to hurt him while in the throes of her dream, either. "Cortana," a bit louder this time, his husky voice, deep and filling to the ears, rumbling through the heart, residing within the very depths of the broadened chest, "Cortana, wake - " He is cut off by her bark of alarm, the rougher noise smothering the softer sound of his own, and his ears flicker backwards in pain at the abrupt nature of the communication even while the brute of a boy squinched his eyes narrowly in pain, inwardly wincing at the shrill tones of his beloved mate's panicked voice. He said naught about it to her, however, understanding she had simply been dreaming, and that it hadn't been a pleasant one, at that. Reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from the pretty visage of her face, he offered a reassuring smile, though the expression flickered into oblivion a moment later as he tweaked her nose, murmuring quietly in a sympathetic tone, "Nightmare?" His bare chest was warm to the touch, comfortingly so, and his white locks of hair glimmered and gleamed in the low level of light, not that the two of them would have any problems seeing - with their Wolven blood, vision in a setting such as this was a piece of cake. His tail twined about hers as he watched its swishing movements beneath the blankets, his free hand encircling one of her own as he squeezed it reassuringly, bringing it up to the threshold of his lips, where he daintily kissed it, thumb rubbing softly over the back of the milky white cream of her own skin, his touch soft, reassuring.

Wolfgang twitched an ear when she began to growl, lifting his head from the soft recesses of the pillow to regard her in puzzlement, unsure of why she would be growling, save for if she were dreaming. Taking that to be the case, the male gently rubbed her back, right between the shoulder blades in an effort to calm and soothe her, but he feared it failed miserably based upon the way she kept twitching and moaning, further evidenced by the swift nature of her breathing, something that both troubled and worried him. "Cortana," he whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder, cradling her closer to his more masculine form, gently, lovingly - he didn't want to hurt her, but nor did he want her to hurt him while in the throes of her dream, either. "Cortana," a bit louder this time, his husky voice, deep and filling to the ears, rumbling through the heart, residing within the very depths of the broadened chest, "Cortana, wake - " He is cut off by her bark of alarm, the rougher noise smothering the softer sound of his own, and his ears flicker backwards in pain at the abrupt nature of the communication even while the brute of a boy squinched his eyes narrowly in pain, inwardly wincing at the shrill tones of his beloved mate's panicked voice. He said naught about it to her, however, understanding she had simply been dreaming, and that it hadn't been a pleasant one, at that. Reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from the pretty visage of her face, he offered a reassuring smile, though the expression flickered into oblivion a moment later as he tweaked her nose, murmuring quietly in a sympathetic tone, "Nightmare?" His bare chest was warm to the touch, comfortingly so, and his white locks of hair glimmered and gleamed in the low level of light, not that the two of them would have any problems seeing - with their Wolven blood, vision in a setting such as this was a piece of cake. His tail twined about hers as he watched its swishing movements beneath the blankets, his free hand encircling one of her own as he squeezed it reassuringly, bringing it up to the threshold of his lips, where he daintily kissed it, thumb rubbing softly over the back of the milky white cream of her own skin, his touch soft, reassuring.

Wolfgang twitched an ear when she began to growl, lifting his head from the soft recesses of the pillow to regard her in puzzlement, unsure of why she would be growling, save for if she were dreaming. Taking that to be the case, the male gently rubbed her back, right between the shoulder blades in an effort to calm and soothe her, but he feared it failed miserably based upon the way she kept twitching and moaning, further evidenced by the swift nature of her breathing, something that both troubled and worried him. "Cortana," he whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder, cradling her closer to his more masculine form, gently, lovingly - he didn't want to hurt her, but nor did he want her to hurt him while in the throes of her dream, either. "Cortana," a bit louder this time, his husky voice, deep and filling to the ears, rumbling through the heart, residing within the very depths of the broadened chest, "Cortana, wake - " He is cut off by her bark of alarm, the rougher noise smothering the softer sound of his own, and his ears flicker backwards in pain at the abrupt nature of the communication even while the brute of a boy squinched his eyes narrowly in pain, inwardly wincing at the shrill tones of his beloved mate's panicked voice. He said naught about it to her, however, understanding she had simply been dreaming, and that it hadn't been a pleasant one, at that. Reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from the pretty visage of her face, he offered a reassuring smile, though the expression flickered into oblivion a moment later as he tweaked her nose, murmuring quietly in a sympathetic tone, "Nightmare?" His bare chest was warm to the touch, comfortingly so, and his white locks of hair glimmered and gleamed in the low level of light, not that the two of them would have any problems seeing - with their Wolven blood, vision in a setting such as this was a piece of cake. His tail twined about hers as he watched its swishing movements beneath the blankets, his free hand encircling one of her own as he squeezed it reassuringly, bringing it up to the threshold of his lips, where he daintily kissed it, thumb rubbing softly over the back of the milky white cream of her own skin, his touch soft, reassuring.

Cortana panted some as she caught her breath. with in the faint distance of her dreams she had heard someone call out to her but couldn't respond at that moment. She giggled softly when he tweaked her nose. She smiled back at him and nodded" yeah it was a nice dream for a while but it turned odd at the end... I was running along my old pack terriory near the mountians. I heard a pup calling out like it was lost or hurt. So I ran quickly following the trail of the pups voice... When I got close enough that I could just barely see it a cavern broke open below my feet "she said gently" weird this is... I know exactly where that place is "she said gently" I use to go there during the summer months with my family" She said gently and let out a soft moan as she tilted her head inot his hand somemore and snuggled close to him.

"What do you think it means?" He asks quietly even as he frowned, puzzled for a moment by the implications of her dream, and what they could all mean, ears of his own flicking into their respective places when he assumed such an expression: one twisted slightly to the side and down by his head, the other perked forward and facing fully erect, masculine surface of his angular jaw setting as he clamped his teeth, biting the internal flesh of his mouth, pondering the results of such a dream would lead one. Clearly there was something her subconcious knew of or had observed, even if Cortana herself hadn't realized it, Wolfgang just couldn't figure it out, or possibly fathom as to what the scenario could mean. He was distracted from these thoughts a moment later however, as she snuggled into his touch, the quiet tones of her moan instantly attracting his attention as he observed her briefly, before a gentle (although rare) smile broke the questioning mask of his handsome face, chuckling as he continued with the soft caress of the touch, "You like that, do you?" Using only a couple of fingers, he tilted her chin up so that her own visage was turned towards his, leaning down to lightly kiss her, the contact lingering gently upon the flush red of her lips, arm sliding down the bare surface of her back once more as he ever so slightly tightened his grip, maintaining the sweet attitude and nature of his contact for a few moments, relishing the idea of holding her close, even if he didn't intend to indulge in a splurge of passion, that didn't mean the brute of an Alpha didn't enjoy the action of cherishing her, of holding her close and lavishing the utmost adoration, affection, and attention upon her. She was the sun to his moon, the light to his day, the fire to his flame.

Cortana closed her eyes and enjoyed the contact. She opened her eyes and looked at him" I don't know.... Maybe there is something there and my subcouious is telling me to go there.... I don't know.... though I know I have to deal with that pack.....the thought of going isn't plesent but there is a few places I want to see again.... like my parents grave stones and that lake at the mouth of the cave.... The cave is wide and open at the mountian and just inside is a crystal clear pool of water... "She said gently and smiled" I would like to show you that place.... the one place I still hold good memories that land "she said gently.

(Part one) Wolfgang pulled back for a few moments as his mate and love began to speak again, reclining back against the gentle fluff of the pillow once more, drawing the blanket up further so that it fully covered her shoulders and their bare bodies, not quite sure where their clothes had ended up in the course of the night, and having no desire to stand and find the garments at this time. He breathed a soft sigh of content, here he was safe and warm, here he was with his beloved, the mate of his life, and here he could raise a family alongside her, as well as learn to guide the intricate nature of a pack. A journey that should be interesting and fun, to say the least, a royal headache and major pain in the rear, at the worst. He was no fool, he was aware of the fact that there would be good times and bad, there would be tragedy to offset the birth of new life, death to steal away the time of a loved one. It was just how life worked, and fate, cruel master that she was, took mercy on no one, not in the long run and the overhaul.

(Part two) Listening now, though, to Cortana's confidences, Wolfgang finds himself nodding, returning softly, "We'll figure it out as we go, try not to worry about it." His mind, having been that of a traveller for so long, someone who roamed aimlessly about with no inking or idea of where he was going or where he would eventually end up, easily pictured the beauty of the surroundings and scenery as she described it, and he smiled softly, responding in that deep, reverberating voice, "I'd love to see it. I want to know everything thing about you, down to every last little detail." With that he pushed his nose forward so that it rubbed lightly against her own, the curling curve of his horns glistening in the soft flickers of the firelight, a small portion in the back of his mind reminding him of the Spirit Howl, the dreaded power and ability he'd have to tell her about sooner or later, in fact, unbeknownst to him, he might have to reveal its presence sooner rather than later, and long before he was ready, but that was a time and worry for another day, an issue of debate for different time.

Cortana smiled gently and blushed softly"  yeah that would be fun to go to that spot "She said gently" though the trip won't be easy.... but I'm sure together it would be ok "she said softly and nuzzled her nose into his. She gently kissed him softly returning the kiss he had given. his touch and love that she felt during the kiss and his caring touch always lit the flame with in her. sparking a flame that couldn't be tamed. a flame of courage and strength that came a bound as strong as their. She smiled" I love you "she whispered softly. Her arms gently wrapping around his neck. 

He picks up one of her hands, enfolding its tiny surface with the larger, rougher expanse of his own, fingers curling protectively over the slender backing of her own more fragile looking limbs, tail drifting down the length of her back while he lightly adjusted his position, flipping the straggly white of his bangs from his eyes, the horns clicking faintly against the headrest with the tender movement, just barely scraping across the aged wooden surface. "Together we can do anything," he promises in a muffled whisper just before her lips meet his own, brushing his nose up against the cute button like structure that was Cortana's nasal passage, his hold as gentle as always, his grip light and unyielding, the muscle of his form strong yet lean. He would never hold her back or tie her down, but he would love and protect her to all of his days, as she was his soul mate, his one and only, the true love of his life if there ever was one, and to be parted from her...to be separated in any way...the mere thought of it was unbearable, a tragedy just waiting to happen, and it was then and there that Wolfgang vowed he would never leave her, that he would never abandon her. He would forever stand by her side and support her, no matter the endeavors, and just like her, he would grow, and he would learn. Little did he know fate was already planning to throw not one, but several hitches in the newly wedded couple's plans, to test their loyalty and devotion to one another, as well as to strengthen their bonds and relations to the pack, challenging them with troubles that no other leader had ever as of yet faced, not for a few centuries or prolonged millienia, anyway. But together they would face it, together, there was nothing they could not do, no ordeal the two of them could not overcome. Wolfgang himself had to believe that. "Mmm," he murmured, once they broke the kiss, pulling back just a hair to lean his head back against the wooden surface of the bed, free hand tracing the soft definition of her hair, "I love you too." He cocked his head to the side for a moment, the mint green of his own eye twinkling, an infectious little sparkle that seemed so contagious it spread over into the black and red one as well, as strange as that may have seemed, a small half smile quirking up the corner of his face, the lean and handsome features appearing to be both a throbbing impulse and a melting smolder of warmth, at least, it would seem so to Cortana, whom had grown to love this strange male with all of her core and heart, the very essence of her being, just as Wolfgang had in turn, fallen for her. His next words, when he spoke, were a bit puzzling, or they may have been to some, as most Wolven did not care about a last name, but Wolfgang's was an old one, time honored and recognized throughout the centuries as per tradition. The lines deeds in Volcano had started with his grandmother, the famous Field Medic Rain, as far as he knew, but truly, it stretched far beyond that. He just wasn't privy to the entirety of the knowledge. "Did I ever tell you my last name?" The question is soft and delicate, wondering if she would take it nonchalantly, or if she would be bewildered, puzzled as some were by such a question, or if it would leave her to ponder if he had been amongst the humans for far too long, as he had been known to spend some time with them, in certain parts of the world, when faced with the exquisite nature of a small village. In light of that, he continued a heartbeat later, his soft grumble of a voice elaborating, "Since you are now my mate and all...well," he cleared his throat, not quite sure how to continue, pausing as he considered the right words, the correct verbage, and then finally managed to spill out, "the least I can do is give you my last name. After all," he continued quietly, meeting her eyes after glancing down for a brief moment, "you've more than earned it."

Cortana smiled softly and nodded gently at his statement about how they could do anything. She grinned softly and snuggled closely to him. Hearing his question she thought for a second trying to remember if he did but a last name never came to her" I don't think you have... at least not that i can remember "she said gently and smiled softly hearing the word mate" what's our last name? "she asked softly saying our last name since they were mates after all and the wife usually takes the husbands last name... at least that's what she's heard and liked that idea. She blushed when she heard that she earned it. 

He blinked as she referred to it as "our last name," pleased that she had done so, a gentle smile lighting up his chiseled features, the male snuggling closer to his love and mate, his bride and one true soul. The light of his life, and the focusing guide of his rage, keeping the otherwise debilitating anger in check when he was in the face of the pack, forced to defend the borders from vampires who believed they could come in and eradicate them on their own territory, or when males from rival areas seemed it necessary to enter into their domain with the simplicity of a vile challenge with even worse implications for the female who had so completely claimed his heart and soul. He matched her grin, flashing a bit of fang in his apparent mirth and joy at the thought, murmuring into her ear as the blonde haired woman pressed close to him, ears flickering in a valiant effort to catch the whisper of his words, "Windwalker." It was an old name, a powerful name, one that carried much weight and history, that was certain, based upon the tone and inflection, though the expression itself was a simple one; giving a sense of intrigue to the name, leaving Cortana wondering as to its mysterious origins - as far as she knew, her husband had no wind based powers, so why would his final name pertain to such? It was a question she was more than free to ask, and Wolfgang, as honored as he was that Cortana both loved him enough and relished the idea well enough that she would agree to take it on, to become one of his family, to produce and bare him heirs, to help him raise not only the pack, but to face the unruly wiles of children, would gladly answer the askance to the greatest of his ability and to the fullest of his extent. Someday, at least, when perhaps their plates weren't quite so full, and when they weren't so stressed over an impending war that might not ever happen, but that came closer and closer into being with each and every day, and each passing second, spurring the male on to cherish and relish each moment as it came. When they might bring their children into a better world with a life that was more than worth living.

Cortana smiled hearing the name and could sense the strength with in it and the feeling of the long history" Cortana Windwalker "she said gently and grinned" that has a nice ring to it "She said softly. she had to admit she loved the sound of that. Cortana looked at him and smiled" how fare back does the name go? "She asked softly. Her smile was bright and cheerful. Her tail wagging happily as it brushed against his legs. her ears perked up and pointed towards him wanting to hear every single word.