Beneath an autumn tree, a badger-patterned wolf mutters something to her collection of critters, what sounds like the lyrics to a song that you've never heard of before. Her head darts up as you approach, still uttering the words to her song. "What's your name?" You ask hesitantly. Without missing a beat, her head tilts back, "Cheers!" It's not until later, when you're invited to a meal, that you learn her name is woven into the song she sings. Affectionately titled, Cheers.