"I tend not to make enough appearances for it to matter, even if that were my name." Came the reply, one both plainly said and largely, albeit not completely, untroubled despite the bending whims of reality before it. "Nonetheless, you may call me by my mantle, or rather the title I bear." 

The great cat laid a paw to its wide chest in introduction, "I am the Harbinger of Ferocity."

For something so seemingly calm or even well spoken, that might have been hard to believe with any credibility. The voice, the figure, the entirety of it all looked and played the part, except of course for how it apparently addressed itself. Yet just when it finished it provided a subtle albeit overt nod, asking thereafter, "And you would be...?"