it's going down, i'm yelling timber

She pushed herself to her feet, stretching and then shaking out her wet fur before Pump had a chance to speak. She didn't catch what was muttered, but for the time being, she didn't care. She was more interested by the audible question, which was perhaps the strangest one Jinx had ever been asked. Her brows tilted, skewed in askance, and without much grace blurted, "Come again?"

The young Kesuk had grown up around wolves whose family names were their pride and joy. To her, the name of Kesuk was something to be feared and respected. It was not her only claim to fame—she yearned to define herself with victories and conquests, and the name they sang when they sung of her would be Jinx—but nonetheless, she was proud of her family. Perhaps she shouldn't have been, given that abandonment was writ into their genetic code as surely as dominance was... But she didn't think about negatives. In her mind, she had no faults.

Her head lifted somewhat when she recovered from her confusion enough to answer, "Jinx, Kesuk, and Mambo. Name, family, title. I answer to allllll." Her ears tilted back as she reminisced about the days when they had hailed her as Mambo, but it was a brief thought, and soon her molten gaze and the cup of her ears were again upon Pump. "Do you not recognize family where you are from, that you would ask such a thing?"