Flycatcher Downs copperhead road

She wondered what "business" a wolf could possibly have that was not with his pack, but for once, she held her tongue. Etienne seemed as close to family as Cambria had (outside of her and their impending cubs, of course). That made her a little bit sad, but she was glad that they had at least found one another. Their relationship was... utilitarian, in her opinion, but that did not make it any less of one than those that were not. In fact, she preferred it over the relationship she had seen between her own parents who seemed to have some kind of other attachment to each other—one she would never really understand.
Cambria suggested rest, and she nodded in agreement. She had been more tired lately, but she was not sure if that was due to the heat or the pregnancy.
The name he mentioned, along with the story, made her briefly think of Viper and his weird family traditions. She could no longer recall the names of the two "classes" of wolves, likely because she had blocked much of his memory from her mind.
"I like that one," she decided.
Soon, they would find a nice place to rest for the evening.