The girl sighed as she placed her clenched fists under her chin. "Don't I know it."

  The black wolf tilted his head at her. "Don't YOU have a name?"

  She looks at him, no one's asked her her name......well, actually she never mentions it.

  "Rose." She said.

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  The black wolf smiled. "Beautiful name."

  The girl didn't take in the compliment, but she did reply. "Names don't really apply to me......they're just names."

  "There's a meaning behind everything." The black wolf said as he watched a blue butterfly float around his head; the girl giggled.

  "So, if names DO matter to you, why don't you give YOURSELF a name?"

  The black wolf stared blankly at the wall.

  "I have to earn it, names are a symbol of honor.....I have no one to name me, and what will I even be named for?"

  The girl followed his gaze to the wall.

  "Good question."