Redhawk Caldera Memoreyes

Thus far, Fox had continued to be the less-attentive parent. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she hadn't immediately bonded to the children like Peregrine seemed to have done, or maybe it was only because she was a new mother, and Peregrine had more experience in dealing with youngsters. Whatever the case, Nightjar's antics caught her attention, and she gave him a lick on his belly once his father had rolled him over and given him a nice, loud raspberry.

"Well," Fox began, "there’s plenty of birds that are black." She hadn't quite settled on a particular bird just yet, but there were certainly plenty of black-feathered birds out there. Hell, a Magpie was in their midst, and Fox vaguely remembered something about Pie's mother being named after a bird. Wasn't that right? "And I like the idea of naming them after birds, since it goes along with your little family theme, too." Although Fox still hadn't figured out how "Atticus" fit into all of that.