Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

I haven't put much thought into Fox's traditions until now. Yay for character development!

Fox cocked her head to one side when he asked about how to name their children. “You know how I want to name them, silly,” she replied with a goofy grin before sobering for her next question, “and can we… can we not name them until they’re older? At least a couple weeks?” she asked. Fox knew that most parents named their children as soon as they popped out. Fox, on the other hand, hadn't been named until she was roughly two months old. “It’s bad luck to name them before they start eating meat.” And while Fox typically wasn't superstitious, she didn't want to do anything that might put her future children in danger.

“I guess you can name one of them if you want to. As long as it’s a good name. I don’t get why your family just keeps using names over and over, though. Osprey—the one who’s your sister—seemed to put a whole lot of weight on names.” To Fox, a name was just a word used to easily identify somebody. The fact that there seemed to be multiple wolves running around with the same name was odd to Fox. Especially when they looked nothing alike.