Never Trust An Elf

"Hey, Mercy," said the wolfman, causing me to chuckle.

"Sorry, Wolfie," I said. "But my name really can't be shortened like that."

"What do you mean?" asked the wolfman cocking his head to the side. "And nice fur."

"Thank you. But the term mercy means compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within their power to punish or harm. However, my name, Merciless, means someone without mercy," I knew that they couldn't see the grin on my face, but I was really enjoying the expression on the faces of the two males before me.

"Understood," replied Wolfman with a nod. "But my name isn't Wolfie, whatever that means. I am—" There was a pause while my translator tried its best to figure out the roars that made up the wolfman's name. After a moment, it was translated to "Midnight along the vast fields." No wonder he shortened everyone's names if his was that long.