Firestone Hot Springs baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

He was heartened to know that she was at least hunting for herself, and not surviving on scraps and berries. He didn't have as much of a bleeding heart as his father and some of his siblings, but Murdock wasn't one to allow a woman to suffer, if he could help it at all. That was one less thing to worry about where this little lady was concerned.

"Murdock," he replied with a quirk of his tail, splashing water at his flanks. Damn - that would bug him later on, but at least he'd live. "What about you, sheepdog? Got a name?"