Redhawk Caldera blackhawk/redthorn

Finley spoke each name aloud, and Elwood let his gaze slide from puppy to puppy as they were officially christened. It was a moment of relief, and at the same time, he felt the weight of what they were taking on. Raising a whole litter of puppies that weren't their own in the dead of winter was no easy task. But if there was one thing the firebirds would never have a shortage of, it was love; he felt confident that he, Finley, Raven, and the rest of the pack would take good care of them. (As long as they didn't let any more of them die.)

He tilted his head slightly at the mention of middle names. He didn't have an opinion on the subject, but it would be a nice gesture, since it was another one of Fox and Peregrine's traditions. But, again, Elwood was no expert at coming up with names; if he had his way, the girls would be called Towhee Elwood and Orca Elwood. "That's fine with me, as long as you can come up with them," he said with a laugh, glancing at Finley.