Bearclaw Valley you are a story

Ico smiled gladly. Telling stories was easy for him, but telling a wanted story was nothing short of pleasant. And so he proceeded, with a little flicker of his tailtip.

Well, I am named not after one but after three individuals. One whose name begins with 'I', one with 'C', one with 'O'... hence 'Ico'. The first was my own mother, a white Scout called India. The second was less expected... an elder named Cedar, who sombrely told my mother she would birth a litter not of three pups but of thirteen... a bizarre and (thankfully) false divination that nonetheless was memorable enough to linger in her mind for many long seasons.