The mutt had been staring at the now torn up symbol drawn in the dirt, but when "omega" was said, his head snapped up and around. He alerted on it, as if someone had called his name. He blinked, eyes suddenly distant, brows knitting as he seemed to zone out for most of the elders talking. "...'S me." He suddenly muttered, shifting to stand, frowning as he started pacing a small bit, soon going to a tree and digging his claws into the bark.
"'S my name." He muttered again, peering back through those shifting, dark, fuzzy memories. "I'm Omega." He was clearly confused, but there was something solid and sure in his voice. He nodded his head, suddenly turning and grinning to Jason. It still wasn't entirely clear to him, but now, at least, he knew why the symbol felt so familiar, so important to him. "Thanks... I get it... or 'm startin' t' get it."