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

"Well, let's see," he said, dipping his head to gently pull the nearest pup - the male, he thought - to rest on his forepaws. There was a bit more light, there, and Day thought the boy's pelt was earthier than Sunny and Dawn's. "He looks like my dad," he said with a small, wistful smile on his face. He lifted his eyes to meet Khoe's and added, "But his name was Mud, and I don't think we'll be calling our son that."

Looking back down at the boy's tiny features, Day couldn't help but wonder if his personality would be similar to his late grandfather's. "What do you think?" he asked.