Quagmire, with the wolf cub firmly placed on his chest, which awfully seemed to have fallen asleep. With every passing second, a cloud of breath escapes from the heavy breathing he was all doing. It was quite the struggle, and it almost seemed like he would not be able to make it. Which led to his current situation, as this would be the first time he was able to push his body to the current limit, which thankfully, he discovered much earlier. If this happened at a later date, the risk increases, and he might not be as lucky today.
With that in mind, he decided to push those kinds of matters to the back of his mind. In the meantime, as he was kilometers from his base, he decided to rest. Glancing from left to right, he then turned towards the skies and into the cosmos. It seems that a few minutes or hours are left until his sons are out and he would need to start cooking, yet for the meantime, he would need to do those for himself and for the cub before him.
