"I'm fine with staying here for a while..." she said, carrying the hog back to the clearing upon the hill. She set it down on the ground in front of her, looking around for a moment. "Fetch some firewood and herbs, I assume you want this cooked." She allowed her sharp claws to grow, scraping against the hogs skin, removing the bristly hairs. "A name is no more than a formality, something to call you. If you prefer something else, why not be called that instead? I am called Mika."