Ravensblood Forest sweep up in the apothecary for a hot meal and some neosenephrin

Her name was such a foreign object to his ears that he almost asked her to repeat it, and opened his mouth. But then he reconsidered; maybe he wouldn't last long enough to learn anyones names. He thought next about what sort of answer to give her, wanting very much to state that he was Titmouse Redhawk and from Redhawk Caldera, but that would lead to more questions most definitely — especially if these coastal wolves had ever ventured inland. He did not wish to draw more attention to himself than necessary. It would be best to come up with a whole new name entirely and start over, but Screech couldn't do that — much as he wished his life was different, he couldn't lie to these people. They were being kind to him. Caring for him so that he didn't die out there.

Screech, he finally answered, having not missed a beat between opening his mouth and speaking. His thoughts proliferated quickly and then his mind was blank, his worries stored within his aching heart instead. My name is Screech.