Blackfeather Woods From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent

Moonshadow indicated each pup in turn and named them. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, Ramsay was warmed. They weren't names he would have chosen, but they fit so well with her name that it was impossible not to feel a little fuzzy about it. Lovely names, the Morta complimented, sweeping his gaze back over the three nestled pups.

And the one you lost? Given the way she'd spoken of her deceased cub, Ramsay assumed she had had a name picked out for them as well. A mere formality, perhaps... but he believed to name them would solidify the pup's memory.