Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

Fox rolled her eyes in the most dramatic way possible when he complimented the name she had thought of. She didn't even bother to answer his question of gender. She didn't see why they couldn't have the best of both worlds. If their children came out with similar colorings to birds, like her sister had, they could just as easily name them after what they looked like and stick to the Redleaf naming scheme of birds. But that was asking an awful lot of the dice rolls that were genetics. (Speaking of, we should totally use dice rolls for some aspects of their pups!)

When he mentioned there was something he needed to ask, she quirked a brow. Was he bleeding sarcasm, or was there an actual "something" on the table that needed to be discussed. Perhaps the ~mystery~ was what kept her around. "Go on, then," she said expectantly. She had not forgotten about her primary reason for calling him here, and she fully intended to work that into the conversation somehow, but she would hear him out.