Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

Myrmidon was both strange and somehow fitting of the man. While the yearling had no knowledge of what a name like that could mean, he had heard many similar. It felt strange to think of himself, his own name, and the name of his father and sister. They were so faint in his mind that he struggled to recall.

Storm and Shadow - the young wolf wondered if he might ever see his sibling, or if he would recognize her at all. It had been too long and he had been young still, just a fledgling when Qiao had taken him from the woods and into the wild world.

It’s a bit of a mouthful, he commented on the stoneform’s name. A cheeky smirk found his lips before he offered his own. I’m Stormchaser.