Bearclaw Valley dead dolphin sounds

He spoke curtly. A demand, the boy guessed by the tone, though he was certain he had heard of that word before. Name. Averna had pointed out what certain things were called before in her strange, impassive way. Though, it was mostly the things scattered about the altar she often visited. One ear fell to the side as the cogs in his mind slowly turned, before the boy finally uttered an unsure response, "Mm...Sithis."

The pale woman had mentioned that word a few times, and Astyanax had grown both accustomed and fond of it. For Sithis. Hail Sithis. Bless Sithis. She left offerings upon the altar in the name of this Sithis, and she let him take said offerings. What was he called then, if not that? The dark cub's ponderous expression was quickly replaced with a blank look as he focused on the stranger once more expectantly.