Swiftcurrent Creek okkervil river

Star, Shadow, and Leaf. Fox grinned, finding the trend of naming things by nature rather appealing. She, of course, was named after the creature she looked like, as was tradition where she had come from. Fox fully intended on naming her own children the same way. Idly, she wondered if they would one day run out of names... but she supposed there was no harm in reusing a name once its first user was long dead and gone.

“Make yourself memorable, and I won’t have a problem,” she jested lightly to Shadow. To Leaf's question, her ears swiveled backward, thinking of Lethe. The question came up often, though Fox was always happy to answer it.

“Not really,” she replied, “Lethe, the first lady to claim the creek, threw herself into its rushing waters not a month after its inception. I took up the reins, and nobody opposed.” Not even Jinx, who probably should have. The road from then to now had been a rocky one, but Fox felt she hadn't screwed it up too horribly.