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

There were no words.

Khoe understood that Day was hurting; even though the topic never came up much between them, she knew that Sunny leaving had hurt his father. And though it had been under completely different circumstances, Khoe knew what it felt like to lose a child in turn. Easy, she repeated, Easy Ishara. It means rich. She will be the one to make all of our lives rich with joy and laughter, I can tell. Khoe smiled and looked up to meet Grayday's gaze, then moved forward only enough to graze her muzzle across his own. 

Easy was a lovely name, so thought Khoe, but she knew better than to jinx herself the way Daddy Gray just had.