Sun Mote Copse throwing up the west side as we tear in the air

Kiwi seemed to like the names, ridiculous as they sounded, and Wildfire's heart smiled. Evidently, the nicknames prompted some curiosity from the yearling. The Sovereign chuckled under her breath.

"Nope, that's the whole thing. Short and sweet, kinda like you." She winked, then laughed a bit more loudly. "It's the name of a bird. Whisky Jack is named for a bird as well, as is your older brother, Robin. It's sort of a family tradition, being named for birds or other animals."

And though she'd never given it much thought before, Wildfire followed that thread of thought and said, "Maybe one day you can continue the tradition. Do you picture yourself as a mother someday?"