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"A name?" he prompted, though it may have been entirely rhetorical. Finding a name for their little invention was more difficult than he anticipated it being, though he had quickly delved into thought about it. It was perhaps somewhere during that time that he realized what kind of a tale they were spinning and wondered for a moment, if it was a story that Osprey would retell later on. If anything, this added a sense of pressure to the naming convention. He tilted his head to the side a bit, not entirely sure what kind of a name was befitting of a home spirit. He hadn't actually thought any spirits to have names.

"I don't know, this is hard," he commented with a laugh. Did a name inspire what kind of a spirit it would be? Granted, his own name probably didn't inspire what kind of a wolf he was, though it suited him. "Maybe Cloud? Clouds are like spirits," he explained poorly. The words for explanation just wouldn't come the way that he wanted to and in turn, Mordecai brought his gaze back to Osprey to hear her thoughts. Perhaps she would have a much better name to suit their creation.