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Osprey demanded to know when he planned to name one of his progeny after their mother. He began chuckling and admitted, "I always assumed you, Atti or Crete would lay claim to hers and dad's names." He was the youngest of their litter, after all. "Crete's forfeited that right as far as I'm concerned and..." Well, he had long since made peace with the fact that Atticus was gone for good. Peregrine was certain he was dead, therefore not off reproducing somewhere. "Are you sure you don't want it? If you don't, I'll reserve it. I'll reserve them both," he added because why take mom's and not dad's?

He paused for a moment, then mused aloud, "What exactly does a March Owl look like, though, and how will I be able to tell if my child looks like one?" Peregrine's lips twitched. "Does it look the same as a February Owl or an April Owl?" Anyway, he and Fox didn't plan to name all their children based on the convention. "If we get a white one, I'll for sure consider calling it Mo," he assured his sister.