It is Thyme

Rhyme heaved a heavy sigh as his mother took his son from him. He allowed her to with out protest as he tried to focus on Tana. She looked defensive, and even pulled her leg around the three little bundles nestled at her bosom. With out the first pup's weight weighing on him his attention shifted to the pups eating greedily at Tana's side. He let off another soft sigh as he accepted their reality. Three healthy bouncing babies that would go on to grow big and healthy under their care.

The biggest, a dark colored boy with bright blue stripes down his back. The second a similarly dark colored girl with dainty white paws and silvery markings on her face. The smallest, the one who had irrevocably stolen his heart, a teeny tiny little girl with a whole lot of fight. He couldn't take his eyes off them as their grandmother asked their names.

He thought for a long moment as he looked them over again and again. Tana was giving him reign to name them. "The first boy," his voice broke as he looked to the limp body that Rhythm carefully transferred back to Tana as she finished her good byes. "Darilnor, after my grandfather." He looked to Rhythm. Her father's name would grace the stillborn boy who hadn't been given a chance to live. He forced his eyes back to the squirming babes. "The second, Noir." He dubbed his first living son. The first of his name. "Our first girl, Theory." He muttered, unable to rid the grief from his voice. The last was most like her mother. "You should name the last." He told Tana, nuzzling her cheek softly. Glad to have her to share in their sorrow.