The Tangle Hands to your hymnals, hell's at the door

Oh, so his name was a title, then?  Funny thing about names, they only meant something to those that knew it.  He seemed to take quite a bit of pride in this, though, and Rosalyn wasn't stupid enough to strike at the wolf's family.  She didn't need more enemies in these parts.  The bit about earning a "name" jogged some memory, somewhere, but it was a fleeting feeling and left before she could determine exactly what.  The concept seemed vaguely familiar.

Impressive,  she replied.  It was all rather meaningless to the pirate, who thought pride in fighting was more stupidity than anything else, but he seemed to think enough of himself for the both of them.  Likely he'd die young, as so many like-minded idiots had probably done before him, and wear his 'pride' until that day came.  Who was she to sully his few years?

What do they call you, before you earn a name?  Boy?   Bet that got confusing in a pack with more than one batch of aspiring sprogs.

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