It is Thyme

Rhythm could sense the new parent's sorrow as they grieved the tiny boy. She sighed softly as she nuzzled his cooling body and asked her question. Tana asked Rhyme what he wished to call them. Rhythm offered the tiny body back to his mother, knowing she would have wanted to say goodbye if he were her own.

Surprise flashed across her features as Rhyme named the firstborn after her own father. The man had crossed long ago, and if his spirit lingered would be waiting for the tiny pup beyond. She smiled at the thought as Rhyme continued, naming the first two live pups and giving Tana the ability to bestow a name on the last.

"Nice strong names." She whispered, knowing she was privileged to be here with the two of them in these intimate moments. Rhythm decided to busy herself with gathering what herbs would be good for Tana after the birth. She didn't think the woman had over bled. With care she nudged the chosen herbs closer to the exhausted she wolf before working on helping clean the den up.