it's going down, i'm yelling timber

Name, family, title. Well, that was a very complicated background Jinx or Kesuk or Mambo came from. Mouthful and hard to remember, Pump wondered, whether there was a single wolf, who called her in all three names. Probably there wasn't. And what was of importance anyway? She was named Pumpernickel, because grandma had thought that out of her all grandchildren she was the one to deserve a real name. Maybe she liked her better (it was hard to tell, because most of the time she was cold-hearted hag) or maybe she had thought that this pup was remarkable enough to be named.

Anyway... "My family is not very fond of naming the kids. You are not born with a name, you have to earn it," Pump explained. Fair and simple. You were nobody, until you got a name. "Therefore second and third names seem a bit odd to me, when one is just fine. No offence intended."