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

It was a sticky situation, but Khoe had been in more than enough of those. Maybe as a nickname, she cooed, using a paw to bat at whatever part of Day was nearest. If there was anything she knew at all, it was that her son would not be named Mud. Still, she couldn't quite express this as adamantly as she wanted to for fear of offending her mate. I had a brother named Mirza; a prince. How about that? It was beyond traditional, and the tiny boy didn't quite live up to it with his whiny tendencies and soft spine, but a mother could only hope that he would grow into it.