Redhawk Caldera Memoreyes

Peregrine ran off a list of names he talked to during his journey, though none of them were particularly interesting to Fox. Now that FitzDutiful was off taking care of his own pack, and she had the children, she rarely thought of him. Not because she was uncaring, but simply because he was no longer a part of her life. The same went for Blue Willow, even if the two of them had never really gotten along that well.

I hope these buttholes didn't give you too much trouble. "It's getting easier with them," she replied. And really, it was. Fox could take longer and longer breaks away from them, so long as they were being watched by somebody else, which was definitely helping to improve her mood. There was also the fact that they would soon be able to spend more time outside the den (supervised, of course), which would hopefully combat the feeling of being stuck inside so much. "I'll probably take them outside tomorrow and let them start exploring. Not far, of course, just within eyesight of the den."

Perry, eager as ever to know what the kids would look like when they were "grown up" made a comment on Nightjar's eyes. It seemed he (Perry) was always ahead of the game. He wanted to name them before they were born, and now he wanted to predict their eye colors. "You'll have to place your bets against somebody else. Way too many options to choose from." Fox replied, sticking out her tongue. "I still haven't settled on a name for the little girl... but I do have some ideas."