[They would be the least creative names possible, but they'd be nicknames at the very worst. Barb seemed fitting for both personality and the cactus barbs the wolf had, but still had a soft spot once the critter did warm up.

Just a little jumpy, still.]

You will one of these days, I think. [Blue was very, very good at wearing anyone out. A fond thought— His brow furrowed briefly before he pulled out his journal, flipping to the more private section and, well.

Seems like he'd managed to transfer what he saw on to a page like a photograph, it appearing a little like water-color and ink all the same. This was what he offered in a slight show.]

I figured it might be a nice sort of thing to keep, yeah. I'm not great at sketching, but these journals seem to be able to transplant mental images well enough to be like a photo.