[BEAR.]

Hareflood was glad Sunpoppy was seeing it his way, flicking his tail as he glanced around their surroundings. "They can curse our names as they join their dead gods. They will not touch the sanctity of our identities." He flexed his claws against the ground, pondering.

"When we become gods.. true gods, legendary. They can know our names, and they will pray to us for mercy." And they would give them none.

Sun was lame. And overused, given how many dung-y Suns were out there. "Omen," Hareflood repeated, letting it roll on his tongue as he eyed his friend. "What a badass name, it kills." What could he be called? Earlier he thought of Coyote, but those things were weak - cowardly, afraid. He was none of those. "I'd want to be something fierce.. something no one wants to mess with, like Wolf."

[ @Dipper ]