Raven's Watch crooked crows

There was a simple smile when she faded out about the meaning of her name. It didn't matter much. Like with his, he simply didn't know and that was okay too. And names could be changed when among strangers -- if he would introduce himself as Mister Fluffy next time, that is what they would remember him by. Luckily the name Dragonfly had grown on him.

She had spoken of a pack and a close group. To him the definition was the same; maybe pack had more formalities to it but in essence most packs were family-orientated and close-knit, sometimes spreading across multiple generations. "What can you tell me about Blacktail?" Dragonfly curiously, yet cautiously asked; he wasn't sure if she wanted to tell about her pack and he didn't want to come across as merely prying. "What's your role and speciality in the close-knit group?"