Although she gave him a warning look when made a Big Mama crack, Cheyenne was completely surprised when he came out with names. Quite a few names, to. He'd actually given it a lot of thought. And they weren't awful names, either, no matter how she tried to find some fault in it.
"I usually don't name 'em 'till I see 'em," she admitted. She knew thinking of names was a fairly normal thing to do, but she'd gotten a bit strange about it. For good reason, but it was still jarring to be confronted with so much... functionality, "Lil' superstitious, I 'spose. I like th'names you come up with. Ain't really nobody in my family worth bein' named after, 'cept maybe my Momma."
Cheyenne smiled thinking of her mother, and hoped she came by again for one of her regular visits. She had another's scent clinging to her lately, some kind of bear, and now that she was with someone outside of Aitan's old pack? Cheyenne was glad her surrogate mother was going the same way.
"You ain't so bad at this, Davis," she said after a moment, giving him a sly, calculating look, "How come you ain't had no pups before? An' I ain't bein' a nasty git 'bout it. I'm really curious. You're a-" she cut herself off from saying good man right quick, but she still had to say something, "-well, a whole lot keener'n I'd thought you'd be. Takin' everythin' into account an' all."