Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

It took precisely five minutes away from Peregrine for Fox to forget that he was a long-winded and wordy individual. It took her about three seconds to remember that it was one of the things she actually liked about him. It was especially bizarre, considering she usually loathed that particular trait. When he blew in her ear, she shook her head, sneezing as she did so. Only then did she greet him with a lick on his cheek.

"I don't see how you can name them without seeing them," was the only thing she could think to say. If it looked like the birds he mentioned, Fox wouldn't think twice about it. But Peregrine certainly did not look like a peregrine. He was too dark, and he lacked the white embellishments that those birds sported. "Maybe I'll name them all Fuzzbutt." Truth be told, Fox's family didn't name their children until they were at least a month old. Perhaps it was a bit morbid, but that was prime mortality-rate time.