Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

There isn’t anything else on names for the puppies but Wildfire does circle back to giving them a surname. Thuringwethil had mostly forgotten about that tidbit of information but she nods a little as it does come back into memory. She’d blown it off because it was never important to them prior. None of her wolves from her home uses the name and only Eske had been given a last name because of her mother, even if she does not share the same now. Drakru, she remembers talking to her about, and a smile flutters at her lips.

“Eske has taken the name Drakru as her last name,” she says, not having remembered before. “And it is how we, informally, introduce ourselves, so it kind of is our family name,” she tells her, “kom Drakru.” It is easy enough to drop the from off their name and if it is enough to keep her mate happy, Thuringwethil is happy enough to oblige. “Wildfire Drakru?” she tests upon her own tongue first.