Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

"It's easy to fix that," Osprey said with a humorous note in her voice. "have more babies next year." It was not meant as a serious suggestion, but the fact that there had never been only one or two puppies in a litter had probably contributed to the fact that the older generation of Redleaf-DiSarinno's had all kind of flaws, but being spoiled wasn't one of them. At least that was, what Osprey thought.

"Geez, both of you are awful," Osprey said and stuck out her tongue. "I have been up and about explaining that names are important and affect a kid's life, yet here you are not caring about that at all," she teased him, even though part of her really hoped that Peregrine wouldn't stick to this plan. Fox didn't seem to put much importance in names anyway. "Do you hear the bones rattling?" she asked and then cast a pointed glance down at the ground. "That's our ancestors turning around in their graves hearing you telling nonsense."