Silver Creek Names falling into place, As droplets fell through the dark.

@Spring @Soni @Seri @Soren Back-dating this to the 1st of March (the pups are a week and one day old) for naming!

His children had been alive for a week. Only, that wasn't true. They'd been alive for much longer than a week. For many weeks, inside of Spring. They had been visible for a week. Outside for a week. And Spring had said she wished to use his parent's naming conventions, which had humbled him and made him adore her even more. The very names of his children would bear combinations of his and Spring's names. A mark that they would carry no matter how far they roamed, or how old they grew. A bold claim, a proud claim, to state who had made them.

He had taken some time to think of ideas, instructing Spring to do the same, after telling her the rules. You can't reuse letters in the same name, they can go in any order but they must start with either an H, or an S. It was much harder than he had ever thought, coming up with names. And so, today, he came armed with a handful of both male and female names. He poked his head into the den inhaling the warm scent of his mate, his children and the nostalgic scent of milk. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon, but he could not wait any longer.

"Spring? Are you awake?" His voice was a whisper, not wanting to wake her or the children.