Eventually, after what felt like hours, they landed on a relatively calm patch of ice near a frozen forest of crystalline trees. Victor slid off the creature's back with his legs wobbling.
"I… I think my organs are still somewhere above us," he muttered, patting his chest. "They'll descend eventually."
The beast nudged him again.
Victor looked up at it.
"…I guess now's the time, huh?"
The beast tilted its head.
Victor rubbed its neck fondly. "I can't keep calling you 'big guy', 'ice birb', or 'giant snow murder chicken'. You deserve a proper name."
He stepped back, arms crossed, studying the creature thoughtfully.
"Let's see… you're fast, beautiful, terrifying, smug, powerful, loyal, majestic, and also a little dramatic…"
The creature blinked.
Victor snapped his fingers.
"I've got it. You're all white so..."
He pointed dramatically.
"Your name… is... Gojo."
The beast lifted its head and unleashed a thunderous, proud roar that echoed across the frozen world.
