"No, I mean, yes. I just- no one ever calls me by my name. Just Girl. So." She shrugs, shoulders curled inward and tense. Trying to explain her name was always so awkward.

She can't help but frown. How can a wolf not want a pack? That kind of belonging was as critical as breathing, in her opinion. It was a rejection of nature. "Why?" Girl asks softly, too timidly to be an attempt to argue.