Big Salmon Lake it's time we tried to find the sunrise

Tehama was a practical wolf, pragmatic, sensible.  And yet there was a part of her that was a dreamer, wistful and optimistic, a part that appreciated the natural rightness and beauty of a thing.  Some who are too down to earth forget the gift that is imagination and creativity, but Te was not, at heart, one of these types.  The name of a place was important, significant.  Whether the mountain or the lake even had a name at all was informative, for only a place known, valued, explored would have a name bequeathed upon it.  At the large male's response, dismissing the question, Te frowned faintly and her ears flicked backward.

"Oh, everything should have a name," the woman opined.  Her silver eyes flashed reflected sunlight as she spoke passionately.  "Or if nobody's cared enough about the place to name it, somebody ought to come along and take the time to get to know it, know what it should be called."  Paradise Meadow, dancing with wildflowers in late summer evening light came unbidden into her mind.  The still waters of Mirror Lake, reflecting its namesake peak, came next.  Even Thousand Rivers had a lovely ring to it, even if it overstated the grandeur of its areas numerous waterways.  "A name... a good one has the essence of a place in it."

By now feeling a bit sheepish, Te wondered if she ought to continue about her day and leave the older male to his own morning routine.  Perhaps he was simply one of those rather incurious types of wolf who didn't ask many questions and accepted things just as they were in life.  Though the woman had inherited her mother's matter-of-fact manner in many respects, she cherished, too, the aspects imparted to her by her idealist, romantic father.  Slipping briefly into her own daydream, she wondered if she might indeed be the first to explore the great peak that towered above them.  What would she name it, if she could?  The female's tail swayed gently as she pondered.