Silver Creek a hallowed whisper

There was a boy and a girl.  The girl was named Mona Antha and the boy Cortland Tobias and Spring thought that the names were perfect.  She eyes flicked adoringly over the little family unit before she slowly made her to the ground, before laying down close to Rowan.

"Those are perfect names Rowan, for such precious pups."  Spring whispered carefully, as if she didn't want to distrub the pups by raising her voice to loud, even though they couldn't even hear anything really, at their current age.