Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

Despite himself, Peregrine smiled at Osprey's observation. He then chewed on his lip as his expression grew thoughtful. He said, "Junior's a lot different than we were. I don't remember any of us kids being high-strung and bossy. She might be a little spoiled," he admitted, fighting the urge to hang his head. Almost certainly, he was at least partly to blame for how she'd turned out, whether it was a result of nature, nurture or a little bit of both.

His sister's serious look coaxed an unprecedented laugh from Peregrine, then a lengthy groan. "Stahp," he moaned. "Stop being funny. Laughing hurts." Despite his words, he managed a pained grin for her. "Don't worry, I have no plans to recycle the name again. I'll leave that up to Junior if she wants." He paused, wondering if his daughter would ever have pups, especially if she was living in a sisterhood. He swept the thought aside. "Anyway, according to Fox, we're naming them all the same thing: Fuzzbutt."