Phoenix Maplewood This one's a contradiction because of how happy it sounds

This is for the pups because stressed Saena = premature birth! Forward dated 1 day to accommodate my timeline, heh. @Shreya and @Luke, being their grandmother and Saena's closest friend and stand-in dad, are also welcome to visit at this time. Everyone else will be sent away!
Note: Saena has changed her surname back to Redleaf so the pups will also have the Redleaf surname. :)

In early dawn on a Monday, the mewling cries of newborn wolf pups muffled by dirt walls broke the quiet of the maplewood's very heart.

An exhausted and hurting Saena curled around them, half asleep but unable to truly drift off. Their cries pierced her calm and kept her suspended between sleep and wakefulness, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. With nothing to compare it to, however, Saena found it headache-inducing. The black-furred babe was wailing incessantly against the curve of her deflating belly while the one that seemed pinkish in the den's gloom was scrabbling around for purchase in her fur. The red-haired one was tucked beneath Saena's foreleg, where she quietly hoped it would suffocate so she would never have to suffer looking upon a lookalike of her direst enemy.

But of course, it would not suffocate, as Saena's instincts kicked into overdrive. She wouldn't allow it to die, but to say she was disappointed that one was black like her cheating bastard of an ex and one was red like Fox was a massive understatement. On appearances alone, Pinky was her favourite, but she was disappointed that none were white like her, being unaware that she, in fact, would've turned out much like Fox if not for her piebald gene.

"Stop, Milo," she muttered wearily at the crying black boy. She hadn't wanted to use that name. As she told Spring, it was a reminder of things she no longer wanted to think about, but in the aftermath of birthing them, she had no brilliant revelation on names. Milo was the only one that came to mind. Turning herself slowly, she slung a foreleg over Pinky to suppress her wriggling, and then her eyes fell upon the now-exposed red pup near her leg. "Indra," she decided. It was disappointing because she wanted to name the thing Vile Witch of the South after Fox herself, but that was no name for a wolf, and Pinky didn't look like an Indra. She shuffled her hind leg forward to scoot the red-haired girl nearer, although she didn't know to what end.

On that note, her eyes fell to the pinkish wolf beneath her leg. In time and outside the dark of the den, her true fur colour would become apparent, but for now the child was pinkish from her nose to her tail. "What the hell am I gonna call you," she wondered aloud with a frown. "Pinky" wasn't a very wolfish name, either.