Bearclaw Valley You cannot live with a paw in each world.

Wait, what the hell?

Snowskip wasn't just the most optimistic wolf to grace Ursus. She might well be the most optimistic wolf who ever lived. Aventus visibly cringed at her outburst, tail faltering, and if she hadn't figured out that the youth of this pack weren't like other kids, then maybe his expression would give that away. Strange. He wondered what sort of pack she came from, to be so unflappably excited about a name like Stickums.

He didn't remember Ico's story very well, but he'd imagined Stickums was some kind of clever infiltrator or unparalleled fighter. Who knows how he came to that conclusion? He was devastated that the fake name he'd chosen was one that inspired squeals of glee rather than squeals of fright or nervousness, and resolved to never, ever use that name again.

Ah, but something she'd said had piqued his interest. There was no way to ask without words, so out they came: Warrior... name?