Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

Puppy players: Y'all are welcome to continue posting, but I know how weird it can be playing a blind, deaf, nursing newborn. Don't feel obligated to make a post every round if you don't feel like it! <3

She smiled at his words, thinking his opinion wasn't far off the mark. Everything about the past few months had gone differently than expected, hadn't it? Not only with regards to their relationship, but in every other aspect of pack life as well. It only made sense than their children would have ideas of their own as well, even if Raven still held to the dark belief that Screech was to blame for the loss of nearly half their litter and their premature delivery. The thought made her simmer, and she swore that if she ever laid eyes on her disowned brother again, she wouldn't be the one on her back with teeth at her throat. That was, of course, if Towhee didn't wipe him from the face of the earth first.

"What should we call them?" she asked him softly, her heart warmed by his excited wiggles and wags. Her eyes fell to the elder two girls, and she smiled. "You might have noticed my family has this tradition of naming kids after birds they look like. We might have a vasa and a little white kite here," she murmured, touching the tops of the children's heads with her nose.