I don't need saving!

"Sera, huh?" His head tilted slightly, the lackadaisical half-smile returning. He considered something, head tilting owlishly: first one way, then the other. His smile turned into an impish little grin. What was his name to a she-wolf he'd probably never see again? Hell, no one had uttered his name out loud in–

Well.

A long time.

Not that it bothered him, much. "Oh, y'know," he drawled, tail flopping lazily. You know.

"I prefer 'Tall-Dark-And-Handsome,'" he winked. He wasn't very tall. He proceeded in a sing-song fashion, head bobbing languidly, like he hadn't just rushed in, risking life and limb to chew on the leg of a wolf triple his size (later he'd tell the story of a wolf four-times his height).

"Rover, Wanderer, Hey-Boy!" Another pause for emphasis, but his lips curled a little more with each "name" he uttered, until his tongue lolled stupidly from his mouth. "Dumbass." His eyes rolled to the side, the vision of mock-thought as he tried to "remember" more… "Fluffy Asshole…" Brows raising waggishly, he tried to suppress a grin (and failed). "Eh, 'Mysterious Stranger' is a personal favorite."

He turned away as he said the last one, tail swaying as he padded forward. He should probably stop teasing the poor girl. But, really, what good would his name actually do her? Though, he supposed it was courtesy, wasn't it? Not that he ever cared much for that, unless it suited him. He sobered slightly, neck twisting so he could look back at the girl named Sera.

"All perfectly good names, I think." Pfft. His muzzle dipped. "But my brother called me Iarlaith."  His muzzle raised again, eyes sliding to her, impish twinkle replaced with something a little more earnest.