Ira simply picked up his pace to keep up with Jinx, adjusting it with little trouble, used to the long legs of adults, and realizing that not all of them would stop and wait patiently for him to stumble along after them. Soon enough his paws would outgrow him and he would struggle to keep up with the free agileness he mustered currently. Ira contemplated her words, remembering that crows were not the only blackbirds he knew of, but found himself unable to tell the difference between a raven and a crow. "How do you know the difference between a raven and a crow?" Ira asked Jinx inquisitively, wondering if she would be able to explain what made them one or the other to him. No one had really stopped to explain the difference to him before - though to be fair he had never thought to ask previously.
"I know," Ira replied when Jinx mistook his question and explained the difference using a comparison with his own. "I meant do I call you Jinx or Mambo? Or doesn’ it matter?" Ira elaborated hoping that she caught his meaning this time. Jinx began with saying that Aethon was a good name, and Ira drew in a breath to pompously say ‘I know’, only to cut off with a expel of breath when she continued on to say that ‘Ira’ sounded stronger - or so that was how Ira took it to mean, at any rate. "Ira is such a girly name!" Ira protested stubbornly. Ira did not realize that it spoke volumes about his true nature, that there was nothing truly girly about ‘Ira’. That it was the latin name of a deadly sin; but he did not know these things so it was still, until his mind changed otherwise, girly. "Where are you from?" Ira prodded without even a moments hesitation. Somehow, he doubted she would be from a place where they gave their children girly names - especially since her name was so cool.