Speaking with my mother and Isabella, I listened carefully to their suggestions and found myself fond of two in particular.
Mani, for the pup carrying Lycaon’s scent. The name held many meanings, and I found it fitting—for Lycaon had many reasons to act with more wisdom now. Our pup, too, would carry many reasons—but I would never allow him to face them alone. Not as my mother and father had once endured. Not as my godparents had. My sons would grow to understand that they must be better—because they are better.
Mother mentioned the name Pandi, claiming it meant pig. I had always found pigs to be endearing creatures, despite the insult. Then I remembered—I had married three pigs. But their sons… their sons could not be the same. And even so, I found myself smiling at the name. It had cha
