Firefly Glen But you see, it's not me

Toad didn't explain why she could tell it was Fennec. She had been taught that it was rude to point out physical appearance to anyone, regardless of the intention or circumstance. Yeah, was all she said, watching Fennec closely. Then, quickly, the odd wolf decided that she would laugh at her name.

Toad had many pain points that surrounded her name. At times, she had wondered why her mother had decided on such a name. She had been told by some that it was strange, or even cruel. Toad herself had never fully understood it, but had assumed her mother had an intense labour and been delirious upon naming her youngest daughter. Why her brothers had received non-ridiculous names, Toad wasn't sure.

No, she said. She hadn't picked it. She felt annoyed. She ignored it, or tried to. My mother, Amelia, did, she said. My family names our children after the animals they resemble, and I guess when I was little I looked like a toad. It was starting to become a bitter thing. It was difficult for her because she knew that her mother had not meant to harm her with such a name. She knew that her mother loved her with every ounce of her being.
It didn't change the fact that people had treated her differently even from childhood because of her name.