He laughs; it's almost as though the wolf understands them. Rama, however, does not look nearly as amused as Crozier is, and is eying the beast skeptically. "Look, don't you see? He wants a name."

Crozier walks up to Rama, hand touching his shoulder with an affectionate little shake. "Don't be like that, Ram," he says. "It's a wolf, not a pet. But why not give him a name, mn? He looks like a Jack, or a Brig."

Something nautical, because he's predictable.