Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

The Count buzzes with nervous excitement, so eager and yet cautious. Never has he interacted with pups so young before, as his own mother only had a single surviving litter, and his uncle... well, he did not care much for children to say the least. Evergreen sits up straighter, lifting his head away from the entrance when he hears the squeaks of pups and then, Speedy's voice. He feels awkward, for intruding upon the family, but it's too late to turn away now.

That... That's good, he exhales. Although the invitation inside the den takes the bear-like Count offguard, he is giddy... for he hoped to see them up close eventually. I, uh, brought you something to eat, too. Eve says as he stands, and grabs the fish at his feet. Carefully and slowly as if he is in the presence of many predators, he slides into the den. It is cramped with how large he is. He does not wander far, just close enough to dip his head and place the meal before the mother.

Mismatched green eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness. He turns his head, eager and filled with wonder. Tucked along Speedy's belly is four pups, two particular seemed to have stirred—mirrors of each other in appearance. His heart flutters with such joy at seeing them all. They're so small, Evergreen whispers, reclining so he's partly in the den and partly out. He leans towards the pups though, a smile wide on his face and he sniffs them gently.

What are their names?