Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

Malice stared dreamily at her two pups, her two boys, squirming about basically nothing as their first few minutes on earth passed. Then the subject of names popped into her head. Oh darn, she had not even thought about that. But who could blame her? With the famine and change of home all having went down, there had been no time to even discuss names nor make some up herself. She thought for a second. What would dad have wanted them to be named? Something dark, something mysterious, a name to remember. Malice knew much about demons and other shit they had taught the pups at Lucifer Peak, so maybe a mythological being? She looked at the first born, then at the second, then back again and again. 

She gave up halfway through as the head of someone poked into her den. Without looking, she let out a small snarl and her hackles raised, assuming it was Damien or Nemesis coming to eat her children or whatever. The second she looked at the den opening though, and heard Burke's manly voice, she calmed down. Sorry. She whispered, as if the little ones could hear her. We're fine, Burke... More than fine. She motioned that Burke could come in with her head, her belly and the pups laying open for him to admire.

Just look at them... So innocent... She breathed, her eyes going from the gray male to her little ones. Then a light popped on inside her head. She motioned to the first born, hovering above the small brown frame, and whispered. Vassago... She turned to the smaller, darker blob of fur, and whispered yet again. Pyro...