We don't. We're not a flock. We're just individuals. There's no shepherd. Before Thistle made us that clubhouse, we didn't even have a communal place to sleep. --Well, I shouldn't frame it like that. I'm sick of playing the victim. I'm grateful to Thistle. It's made things easier. --But, right, we don't all name each other.

As for why... hm.

[she curves her hand around her face and taps her cheek, thinking.]

Imagine you're in a prison. This prison has no one around. It's just a tiny box with four identical walls, nothing else. There is not even a jailer. But, there is a little screen on one of the walls. This screen can display 'yes,' or 'no.' This is your only interaction with the outside, ever. You can try to ask questions, but the person you're talking to can't ever frame things in their own words. They can only reply 'yes,' or 'no'. You have no idea who they are, or what they're doing.

...Except, when you first meet them. You can ask 'What is your name?' That's the only time they ever respond with something that isn't a 'yes' or 'no' response. That's it. You might get their actual name. You might get a nickname. Or you might just get a vulgar word as some sort of 'joke'. But, that's it.

So, 'Your Name.'