The Sentinels has claw marks on it

He could tell this wasn't a simple decision for her. Ponder and hesitation ran rampant throughout her body language. She stayed by his side and did not flinch away. It made him warm knowing her trust in him, and he hoped it was well placed.

Heph had been a fine hunting companion with a beyond-welcoming personality, but he knew nothing of the other wolves that resided amongst her. The thought of her being put down by anyone did not come easily to his mind but was nonetheless a possibility. Should that be the case Andr would not hesitate to leave and bring Heph and his speckled companion with him.

Pausing for a moment he thought about how their interaction at the border may unfold and what he could do should anything happen. Then it hit him. He had no name for her. It was not as though he thought he had forgotten it, but it had not been needed until now. Should he need to call for her he would have no name to cry.

"Would you mind if we found you a name? I wouldn't need to share it with anyone else should you wish... but I'd like to call you by something. At least between us." he asked looking down at her. Willing to take any clues or suggestions from her or be responsible for coming up with one all on his own.