Frostfire Ridge sedem

Ridgeback. 

His ears flicked forward, having accessed a memory from his childhood. An uncle of his, detailing breeds of dogs, how they varied, and what their strengths were. That his own Malinois blood would make him hyper-focused and driven, that heelers were ankle-biters, that Pyrenees were serious guardians, and that ridgebacks would take on the world, if it meant protecting the ones they loved. Of course, he'd never seen one, or crossed the path of one- but the name had been remembered, reverently. 

His smile was faint, crooked, as if lost in a reverie for a moment before he realized he'd spaced out. I frickin...It's perfect, He gasped, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

Now, she needed a name too- and in the wake of such an excellent choice, he felt likely to fail, horribly. I....Think a lot about the time we went swimming in Brightsilver Lake, He confessed. How you could dive, He said with a smile. I dunno. Like an otter, He said. But like...For a name? Otter...dive? Silver...lake? I think I called you 'Ogopogo' at the time but that's...You don't want that name, He laughed. You're going to have to make up for me in some ways...And naming is one of them.