Wren
By pack tradition, pups are named at one month old, under the first good moon, in front of the family and the fires. Ours were named on a clear cold night with fresh snow on the pines, and half the wolf world sent gifts, and the other half sent themselves.
The great hall couldn't hold everyone, so we didn't ask it to. The naming fires were built in the courtyard, and the pack gathered in the snow in their winter best, and Isolde came north in her Council blue, and Mira came with her husband, and the forty women came with forty tiny embroidered things, and Corvin of Blackmere, unbelievably, sent three silver spoons and a stiff note that Maren has framed.
One month had already taught us who our children were.
The loud one had spent it confirming every first impression. He roared at
