Blacktail Deer Plateau survival 101

She waited for rejection, but instead he asked for her name. She took a lot of hope in that, but her heart still fluttered with anxiety. "Kitten," she replied. "It's what the ca—" she paused. "My family... It's what my family called me. You can call me Kit for short though." The name was never meant to be a name; it had been instead meant as a jab toward her inadequacies, but it had stuck, and the naive girl had never inferred its sarcastic origin. Rather, she had thought it a complement. In time it had become nothing more than a moniker, for she had, in a way, grown out of it. Among the wolves though? They may as well call her Pup.