Morningside Cuesta well we can't call it pup; it needs a name

I only did it because you were there to help me, Khoe laughed. She thought for a moment about the night of the birth; some of it had been sweet and pure, but most of it had been ugly. Butt ugly. This part of their lives was one of her favorites, aside from the poor manners and nightly serenades, but Grayday was right — getting to see who they became was where the real fun was at. She imagined calling them each back to the den once they'd gotten old enough to realize what their legs could do. Of course, she'd only be able to do that if she had something to call them by.

Now that you're here, she whispered softly, readjusting herself to a slightly more comfortable position, maybe we can pick names. Back home, they would invite the entire community to watch the ceremonies and to feast on the meal that followed. But that was back then and this was now; all that she had was her mate and their children and a sliver of sunlight from the rising star.