Faschia, still tired from just giving birth to four cubs, two boys, and two girls, slowly lifts her head up, and yawns. She looks to her mate, Friendly, and smiles at him happily, "Aren't they beautiful Friendly?" He smiles back at his beautiful make, and says proudly, "Yes, just like you." She blushes in a mixture of happiness, and embarassment, then smiles again, "I see why your father named your Friendly."
"Actually," Friendly responds, still happy. "When I was younger, I wasn't very nice to Charmer, Ranger, or Bold. I actually got in trouble once for making fun of them." Faschia gasps in shock, but still tired, "I'm shocked to here that. Your name doesn't make it seem like your a mean fox at all."