Blackfeather Woods a wolf hunts a mouse. the reason will make you cry

The boy presented two answers to the proposed question - two names, one being Euron and the other being Jyggalag. For a second he studied both names within his head, as if contemplating in silence which was truly the name of this youngster (or, the first name at least, for it was likely one was another part). Aries shifted on his ashen paws for a moment, balancing his weight evenly before his cool gaze landed back onto the Spiderling. Euron it must be, he came to the conclusion.

"Pleasure to meet you, Euron." He responded with his low voice, ear flicking to remove the light dusting of snow that had gathered atop his head. Then silence ensued for a few heartbeats, as the boy's attention seemed to divert from Aries and focus instead on the corpse of the mouse. Then up drew his gaze once more, returning the previous question back to the Tyro. "....Aries." The name, this was the first time he'd spoken it for a good few months, and it almost felt foreign on his tongue. Yet something about it felt rather familiar - this was his birth name, yes.