Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

he sort of wasn't expecting to be rid of it that easy. all the same, he felt a stone fall off his heart. even managing a tired corvid-smile as the wolf spoke.

"you've my name, and i yours." it was a kind of goodbye he wasn't expected to say to a wolf. how many of his kind had the... was this even a pleasure? more of a... complication... to have exchanged names with a hunting mammal.

amalia.

huh. how much was a wolf's name worth?