"Oh, something cute. Like, say..., Dearest Dorian, or maybe something a bit lighter. Like..., Foolish, Childish, Arrogant, or, my personal favorites, Stupid, Stubborn, or maybe even Mule! You like any of those?"
"I like Dearest Dorian." He replied with a grin, getting up gingerly, cradling his cub in his arms, close to his chest. It seemed to like that, and gave a little contented snuffle. As they got closer to the campfire, Dorian set himself down again, being careful not to disturb either his ribs, or the cub.
With a smile across at Dacia he said "I think I'll call mine Clarity." He snatched at the blanket he'd set out earlier, and tossed it over to Dacia. He didn't mind the cool air. "It suits her. It means... she is what she is. No pretences. She has a kindness to her."
His eyes trailed over to Dacia, to gauge her reaction. He wasn't being terribly subtle, but neither was he being unkind. He had a real sincerity to his voice. With a soft sigh, he tore his gaze away from Dacia, not without difficulty, and stared up at the sky. The setting sun was causing shadows to fall through the trees, with the sky a hazy blue-pink.
"So... Dacia. Where do you think we'll find someone to take these little ones on?"