Yes, he was good at this. He was better than his father at this. Better than them all... that made her good, for she made him better. Such simple logic was now falling into place.

When she spoke her name, his eyes focused back onto her for some time, silence eating up the space between them. Denali spoke of no heritage, no intricate blood that he understood. Denali was also no Angel name, and to that realisation, he was thankful. Though she appeared pale - though never quite white - she was of no Angel blood. He could deal with that, as could the others. He nodded finally in confirmation, speaking only the once on the matter before beginning to lead her towards her new home.

"Denali - a good name."

Then, with a flicker of his ear, he began to lope on into the mainland, his bulkier form sinking into the loam and slowing down their travel. It was a good thing, truly, for he took such longer strides, and now, she was able to easily keep up along side him. Despite his refusal to acknowledge it, it felt somewhat good to have her there, even if he remained in silence for the majority of their journey. It had been how he was raised, after all - only to speak when words were needed. Of course, he did not innately obey such a creed but still, it felt right. He wanted her to understand him in some small way.

It took them some time to reach his chosen destination. It was a raised island of sorts, surrounded by a moat of thick, slimy water that sat over the bent reeds. He allowed her to move through it first, knowing full well that the reeds would sink further if he was the first to step upon them. As soon as she crossed, he loped ahead, stopping proudly at the mouth of the den. A rather simple structure, it was but a large tunnel dug beneath a dark boulder that jutted towards the sky. The swamp kept the structure warm, and yet, it was raised enough to avoid many of the pungent aromas. That could not be said for the metaphorical 'back yard,' where the swamp became more of an open lake. The previous flood had left the body of stagnant water, and like his father, he had utilized it as a way of keeping his prizes. Along the shoreline, dozens of chewed upon bones littered the ground, and half decomposed alligator young poked from the water in a homage to his prowess. They had been taught to kill the alligators, and he wished for his pack to know how well he could do such a thing. Soon, he would need to show Denali.

For now, he was merely wanting to show her the tunnel.

He stood there, his chest puffed out slightly as he stood aside, allowing her to inspect the den though he was confident it would prove more than suitable. Having been on a constant growth spurt, he had been determined to make it the largest den he could, not quite certain as to when he would stop growing. Now, he could not help but think it had been in preparation for her.

"Home."

He tossed his head towards the darkness, catching her eye and instantly tilting his head. His own eyes seemed to shine briefly with a desperate hope as he stepped forward once more towards her.