Let my thoughts surround me

The ginger wolf beckoned for Reek to follow her out to the beach. The soft sand filled the gaps between the calloused pads on his feet.

"It couldn't be worse than my entrance," he laughed. Besides the fearing for his life, the experience was quite comical. Reek had never floundered so hard in conversation in his life, usually keeping his head. But, the words came out like vomit. No matter how hard he tried they wouldn't stop, leaving him to ramble.

A name. Reek never paid much attention to his name... or, to be exact, his lack of name.
He turned his head to Wynter, catching her eyes with his. "I'm a bastard Wynter, I was never given a name," he began. "Where I'm from, wolves like me are given a title," he explained with a drawn out sigh. "Reek. It's meant as a mark of disrespect."