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Fox was fairly certain that Finley and Elwood getting together was inevitable. The two were practically married already. They just hadn't added the romance to their relationship yet. It was only a matter of time, Fox concluded smugly.

Elwood brought up naming the children next, which seemed to be a rather hot topic these days. “Family tradition,” Fox explained, “I wasn’t named until I was three or four weeks old. It's considered bad luck back home. Besides, how am I supposed to name somebody I haven't even seen yet?” The thought was downright absurd to her, who had always known that she would need to see her children before she gave them names. “We’re also named after what we look like, which kind of explains the whole waiting thing.” Fox resembled a fox, Robin resembled a robin, and so on and so forth.

“What about your family?” Fox asked, “Have they got any naming traditions?” It seemed a common tradition for families to have. Perry's own family named their offspring after birds. Actually, that was the only other wolf she'd spoken to about naming conventions. Perhaps they were the odd ones out. Thankfully, Perry's and Fox's traditions lined up quite nicely... so long as their children were colored like birds. Considering Fox already had a Dove, Robin, and Finch for siblings, it didn't seem that outlandish.