Ouroboros Spine Carrying your love with me

Valiant laughed — boys would be nice, but, "I don't mind if they're boys or girls," he assured her, his tail thumping again. The weak sunlight warmed him, made him feel sleepy and safe. "As for names — we got a few different traditions."

He had to think on it a moment, but when he was ready to speak, it was with a long explanation:

"First there's names like mine: I got cousins named Brave, Dauntless, Journey, Easy, Steadfast, Dreamgirl — the like. Then there's the nature and weather names, kinna like yours. Sunny, Grayday, Lavender, Meadow, Blackbear, Lilyflower..."

The last name made his throat tight. He went on.

"And then place-names. Like Dutch and Persia, and like Nantahala."

He missed his baby girls. He wished they would call come back home to him.

"I like Skyfall," he told her, forcing his tail to wag again. "Kinda like Raindrop."