Ouroboros Spine Carrying your love with me

She grinned at his words. He laid his head on her legs, and was quiet for a time, before asking about the names on her side of the family.

She had to really think: “Well….” She began, “In my pack, some of us were named after the land. Others were named after the weather. If I remember right, I think there was Hailstorm and Snowdrift and River and Boulder.” 

“My mother and father were Rainier and Everest.” She thought fondly of them. It’d been quite some time since she’d last dwelled on her natal family.