The wolfos paused at the question. “It is… simply my name. There is not a First nor a Last part. I go by Frost often enough, but… my name is one part of a whole. It’s the way of my people, that is all.” He never really questioned it. Some people had one name, others many. His name was just… a name. His in particular.
“Hrm, as for tea.” Looking at what he’d brewed and then at the assorted flavors, a finger tapped his chin before he got up, pulling a small jar labeled ‘blood and bloom’. “Floral tea seems like something you might like. It’s got passion fruit and hibiscus. A bit tart but, aromatic and has a rather strong flavor. I also have a white tea, hinted with lavender. Very relaxing.” He held up a second jar. “It all depends on what you like. Lots of flavor, or something more soothing? Any flavors you know to avoid? Or perhaps, any you like? Fruits or herbs? Personally I’m partial to mints.”