Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

As Peregrine began to describe his mother, Fox came to the realization that she was... basically his mother. The thought was amusing, and she wondered if he had realized it. Then again, Fox hadn't come by her personality due to her family fucking up. Instead, it was just innate. She'd always been a trouble-maker, and that hadn't changed as she'd gotten older. The fact that Peregrine and Osprey were named after their mother's siblings was funny, and Fox wondered if they had looked like their respective namesakes. Probably not, considering nobody else seemed to hold that tradition.

“Coon and Delilah,” Fox replied, the words tasting foreign on her tongue. “Dad was born and raised back home, but Mom… she was from somewhere else.” Fox couldn't remember where. She searched for words to describe them. “They were always pretty strict about stuff, I guess. Maybe that’s why I grew up to be such a rotten little thing. I've also got a stupid lazy sister named Dove and a pretty average one named Finch. Robin's brother is Bandit; he looks just like our dad.” The boys, of course, had the Thistlewood name. It was only ever given to the boys, though Fox had never really understood why. "Tradition," was the word that echoed in her head.