Redtail Rise She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

She frowned at his name. "Pawafff...Pawff. Paw-fat?" Whatever the Berserker was, and whatever Redtail Rise was, it all went over her head. She'd been too young to understand much about there being other packs than the one she'd been born into by the time she got lost. It took enough effort for her to manage a name that  had a letter in it that she found very difficult to pronounce. She was a bit self-conscious about it, and purposefully avoided looking at him, in case he was disappointed with how she said his name. 

"I'n Lee-Lee-A!" She said. That name she had worked on. She still enunciated every syllable, but she felt it made her name sound more important when she did. "I'n a Pintheth," She bragged, but her voice caught and she coughed a few times. She sipped a bit of water. She looked down at her reflection and frowned. 

This. Was. Not. How. A. Princess. Should. Look.

She looked like a dirty, scrawny, ugly bag of bones. 

She wailed.