Fox's Glade Magical musical break-up hospital

Well, no. That wasn't at all how it worked, not in his opinion. But the woman had an interesting spin on it and had given herself a moniker that was more word than name— Bhediya. "Wolf," it meant. 

Pyg mouthed the name, all the while looking sheepish as she stepped away. He wouldn't push his luck again, not with such a clear denial. Perhaps with time. . .

I'll call ye Bhediya, he responded, wagging his tail in jovial fashion. It's pretty, lass. Suits ye. Strange and wild and wonderful, just like her. Where would her steps take her? Pygmalion was inclined to follow. Are ye just passing through, then?