Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

The contact was a delight; the woman had been alone for months now afterall, and while she would have settled down eventually, she was thankful that that time had come sooner rather than later. Keres was not built to be a wanderer, prefering the comfort and closeness of those she trusted and cared for to the call of the Great Unknown, the vast swaths of unfamiliar land with no companion save her own thoughts and the conversations she spun 'round and 'round between herself and the figures from past.

I do. I found I did not like being named after a color rather than something with identity and purpose. The name was one from a tale her late husband had spun, regaling her with stories and myths from his pack's culture. She had identified with the name, though not because she felt she embodied the spirits but rather with the awe they had struck within her. Perhaps a silly reason to change one's name but... She flicked an ear, finding the right words during a brief silence. I feel like I found myself afterwards, if that makes sense.