Silvertip Mountain Bound by the world

He watched as they both entered the water and wondered if he was forgetting something. It had been so long since he had had his own ritual, and usually it was accompanied by pack elders. What if he was doing something wrong? He looked at both of his children, and the memory jolted back of how he had chosen his name.

"I am Trustworthy." he said, his voice containing the sounds of ritualism in them. " son of Sparrow and now it is time for you to find your names. Close your eyes, empty your mind. Let the sounds, senses, feelings envelop you and highlight something that stands out. When you have found the thing that draws you above everything else, step on the dry earth - announcing your name as come forward."

FitzDutiful was still worried. What if they were still too young? He had known nothing of this ritual when he had done it, but he remembered staying there for the entire night before he had something he felt happy about claiming. Would these two find it so hard as well?