Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

Peregrine blinked at her question. He found it immediately off-putting, though he didn't answer right away, letting her finish. She seemed to object the idea of traditional family names, despite wanting to observe the traditions passed down her own family line. Peregrine smiled patiently.

"I'm not down with that," he admitted. "I've raised kids. Even at a few weeks old, they're developing rapidly, including their language skills. Not only that but... the idea of refusing to give them names is like treating them like they're not persons. From the moment they're born, they're individuals with identities. And they're beloved. Trust me, the moment they arrive, you'll be over the moon for them, firecrotch. You won't be able to help but name them.

And I named Osprey after her aunt to honor my sister. I'm pretty sure she feels the same way as you but, well," Peregrine said with a shrug, "I love her dearly and wanted to keep the name alive in the family. The original Osprey meant quite a lot to my mother. They were at odds as kids but he kept persisting and she finally accepted him. She took care of him — he was disfigured from the time some wolves kidnapped and tortured him — until he vanished, never to be seen or heard from again."