“I’ve never heard that one before.”
He wasn’t surprised for it was a name dubbed upon him by his former master. His past name mattered little now, it was not like he had the memories of that time anyway. In fact it was more so a bitter reminder of what it was he was desperately trying to run away from—-To erase from his existence. Little wolf, more likely was it that he was living with a wolf at his back constantly tracking him down to return him to where it was deemed he was supposed to live.
"Hn. Your’s is one I have not heard before—-At least never used as a name." As a magic, yes. As part of the weather, yes. But never as a name. It was a curious thing, he had heard many of names during his travels and yet her’s was not one he could recall.
“Still it is interesting to say the least,” a nonchalant shrug follows after. Who was he to judge a name?
