A name. Of course he needed a name. How silly of me! If only, in her fit of jubilation and inner dance of happiness she had not forgotten it. What is it! What is my name! Her jaws hung slack, wide, and her eyes drifted about expectantly. He must think you're so stupid! Then he won't want you! Oh my god, WHAT IS MY NAME? Ozera. Oh. Oh, of course. She quickly recovered from her introspective fit with a smile, her bottlebrush tail sweeping the snow uncertainly behind her. "Ozera, sir. I swear I'll be a good member. I've spent years travelling on my own, so I know a thing or two about survival. I'm damn useful."