Sun Mote Copse these hard times can last us so very long

Asherah listened with interest to Arunik'ra tell of her home. The names were foreign but not, familiar somehow in the tongue of Molech. She nodded in agreement that this place did not need a dark name. It needed something uplifting, something light and wondrous. As Arunik'ra spoke of three rams made by Molech, she rolled the names around in her head. One seemed to stick better than the others. "Sitar'ra, perhaps? Maybe we could find matching overlooks throughout the land." She hadn't yet searched any out, it was certainly possible. 

The three rams of Molech then could stand watch over the pack from different corners, could watch them grow and develop, spreading Molech's love as went. "Perhaps we simply haven't found the other two rams yet. Certainly these will carry the light and fire, overlooking the land as they do. The sun will catch them and illuminate them with beauty." She smiled softly, looking to Arunik'ra, did she favor one of the other rams' names for this place?