I hope you dance!

...we wanted to ask you to name your brothers and sisters. Theory's heart raced laps around her ribcage before tripping and falling down somewhere near her toes. That was much more responsibility than she'd anticipated. Poem stepped up to the plate neatly and offered what seemed like a perfect name. It made Theory shift nervously on her paws. She was thinking much, much too hard about this. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to open her heart and mind to some possibilities. These were precious new lives. Theory wished that she'd had more time to prepare - it felt like a test that she had already failed. Knowing Rhyme, he wouldn't want her to agonize over this. In fact, he probably sprung it on them like this so that they didn't tear their fur out over it. With a deep breath, she peered into the den briefly and looked at all the perfect little new paws. "S... Suspense," she murmured, gesturing towards a squirming bundle.