Jade Fern Grove that which we call a rose

I have a really lame name I'd like Pasha to say... lol... ;__; *MAKES ATTEMPT TO SET IT UP*

Rallied together, Pasha had followed with the group the site that his mother had picked out. Why exactly they were there was lost on him for a moment, but he soon recognized the stream. He had gone splashing through the narrow band of water a time or two and almost had the inclination to do so again. But he only got as far as the water's edge before the much colder tickle of its icy waters prompted him to think twice about it.

Instead it was the lilt of his mother's voice that prompted him to look back at her from where she lounged, the names of places he only knew from stories (well, perhaps the latter not so much) settling into the air. Swiftcurrent, Bitcurrent... and then Haven's voice broke his train of thought, and his head turned to look at her. Briefly, he let that gaze hover over Kiernan, sizing up his uncle of sorts silently. Was he getting smaller? Was that what happened when you got old?

Instead, his head shook indifferently.

"Mama," he said as though to protest, "why name it?" Sure, the other places they had lived had names to their little features, but Pasha wasn't even sure why. Were they for reference? Some sort of wolfy mental map that he was still establishing, or should have been establishing? A cant of his head naturally followed and he anticipated Bazi spilling the beans on their naming of such a place.