Wheeling Gull Isle mitexi

“We’re here to celebrate Reed and Droman’s Mitexi,” Stockholm says, turning his attention to @Hemlock, whose face is wreathed with a proud, gentle smile. “It’s a tradition from Awenasa, where Hemlock comes from, and it means they’re adults in the eyes of the pack.” He grins. “Reed and Droman were the first puppies ever to be born on Wheeling Gull Isle since we’ve been here,” he says with warm solemnity.

He knows that Hemlock has probably already told Reed and Droman about her birth tribe’s traditions and he doesn’t feel well-versed enough to bluff, so he simply says, “You’ll be Daggertooth until your first birthday, when you’ll reach Seawolf. This is kind of like a pre-birthday birthday party. Over the next while you’ll have your first hunt and a few other firsts to prepare you for life both beside the sea and far away from it.” He doesn’t know how much the wolves of the Teekons celebrate birthdays, and he and Seelie haven’t really fleshed it out much, but Daggertooth is meant to be a time of learning — a throwback to the period of time Seelie’s grandfather Riptide spent learning about the inland packs.

“We’ve got a few new members, so feel free to introduce yourselves,” he says, looking around in particular for @Elenor, who has yet to meet her new packmates. “Reed and Droman, this is your day, so,” he motions to the food. “You eat first.” He and Seelie aren’t really sticklers about feeding order but he knows it’ll mean something to wolves coming from stricter backgrounds. He doesn’t want there to be any doubt that this is a celebration for the two Kali youths.