Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

When Fox licked her across the muzzle, Dove felt the last of the tension give way. She could not stay nervous around her family. And the glee expressed by her sister was contagious; Dove had only seen Fox in such a good mood a few times in their life, and it was rarely over a boy. That had been her territory. With a smile upon her own face, she gave a nod and said, Of course I'll be there for you, and for them. I wouldn't miss seeing Mama Fox.

What if the kids were all born bright red?! How did colors work anyway? Dove expected that most of the kids would look like Peregrine just because he was so big and dark - but what if they ended up being mutants or something? Big bodies, tiny fox-legs, and neon pelts? And I know we have the tradition of naming them later, when they're bigger and stuff, but... Have you thought about it? Names? Her tail-tip wagged lightly against the stone; What if they all look just like you, would you have to name them all "Fox"?