Altar of Twilight I was angry with my foe

Hydra wondered if this were some sort of joke. Had he not accomplished all that he had for her request, she might have turned and went her own way... but he had, and so he had earned her attentions and time. That's not what I meant, she retorted bluntly, her tone remaining stoic. "Who are you", or, what is your name? she pressed. Hydra wondered if she ought to give him a name. If he did not have one, she would. She even provided an example: I am Hydra Ostrega, her head lifted, proud of her name. Hydra, she hoped, would also become a name more than Moonspear recognized. She was a practicing warrior, after all. 

Language was not all that important to Hydra to begin with, fortunately for the strange pale wolf. Still, he understood some of it and if she could teach him more she would. But if he understood the most important thing (which was abiding by instinct, and speaking the langue of the Wolf, which was through the body) then all would be fine.