Silvertip Mountain Bound by the world

Mason had his name and June watched with amazement at the way he stepped out of the water. He seemed a different wolf, Ranger. It suited him and she saw as he seemed to grow up with having this name that he had chosen himself. But what for her? What things did she value?

She loved the concept of the secret name, the idea that one thing was bound to her. She truly believed that names had power, that a true name in use would bind you to accomplish the task that the user of the name required. She had hated everyone knowing her name was June and had secretly called herself Humility - but that wasn't her. She wasn't humble, not truly. She believed in the mysterious but that wasn't quite her either.

"I am Mystic, daughter of Trustworthy." She made her step onto the river bank and the water seemed to weigh her down. For the briefest of seconds she feared that she had named herself wrong and the water was holding her hostage but instead it ceded to her will. Maybe that was why father had brought them here, the cleansing of the water and the fight to go from wet to dry had felt binding. It had felt significant.

She shook herself off and looked to them both, wondering if she took looked older. She felt older. She felt more significant - a part of a bigger picture.