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

Lavender Arushi, Khoe whispered, both to her mate and child (at this point, she was fairly sure that if Grayday was up to any funny business, she would be able to tell). I like it. It was melodic and sweet; a name gentle enough to fit even the delicate fireball sitting in her Pa's lap. Of course, there was a bit of maternal jealousy that sprang up while she watched Day coddle over the Lav, but Khoe knew that she was just as much his as she was hers, so she had no plans to take that mutual euphoria away from either of them.

Okay, she grunted as she shifted her weight onto the opposite shoulder, one last baby. She looked up at Grayday for approval before lifting Lavender from her seat and placing her back at her side, then plucking up the last speckled pup that remained. This one was darker than the others, though it was clear that she would (someday) resemble her father more than her mother.

What do you think?