Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

his question frankly threw her off, as she hadn't particularly comsidered it. of course she wasn't sure exactly how many there would be, but she hadn't even imagined them with individual identities until now. in her head, they'd just been her army, her ostregas. 

i don't, she admitted, ear flicking. but i guess i'll need to brainstorm. or maybe names would come to her as soon as she saw their faces. mira wasn't particularly creative, and yet wasn't fond of simple names like 'twiggy' or 'stone'; they were not the trend in her family anyway. she supposed any name that went well with ostrega would be good enough, and likely to be bound to the den soon, she'd have plenty of time to think- if not before their births, then after. 

i might just name them after they're born, before they start talking. so i have more time to consider it. to her, it made no difference if they were named the second she pushed them out or two weeks later. as long as she could summon each kid by the time they started hearing, that was good enough, right? maybe if she absolutely couldn't decide, she could ask her new companion for advice, although naturally she'd make the final choice. it was strange to imagine that he'd be here to support her the way a litter's father might be, even though he was a lot more like just her chef and employee, in mira's eyes. still, she welcomed the help. and he was certainly bearable enough so far. with him and several children, perhaps she could create something powerful, in time.