Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

eeek sorry for the wait on this

A Mitexi had never been her idea of a coming-of-age ceremony. Three moons earlier, she had never even heard of the concept. Maegi had always imagined standing next to Ramsay and Euron, receiving the Brotherhood's crimson pawprint on her shoulder. This sun-and-surf gathering could not have been farther from the solemnity of the woods.

But though it was not the same--though it was not what she wanted or expected--it was something to be cherished. Surrounded by wolves dear to her as most in Blackfeather. . .her new group of friends. Her adopted family.

She took in the congratulations with a quiet smile, dipping her muzzle in gratitude. Then Stockholm began to speak, and her eyes drifted to him, absorbing each word. Daggertooth. It was a fierce name, almost at odds with the peaceful nature of Undersea. Apt, too; she thought of the exposed line of teeth along her left jaw and shivered slightly. But the gift--so generous!--sent a thrill through her.

Tail wagging, her eyes alight-- "Thank you," Maegi burst out, looking at Coelacanth and Hemlock. A garden! All the things she could grow and place there. . . Her throat was tight, suddenly. It was the greatest gift anyone had given her. No argument there.

The rest of it went over her head, something about a man dying, a name she didn't know. At Stockholm's query, she gave a nod, not caring one way or the other. She felt a little unworthy, to be given such important information first. She was also surprised that so few knew the babes' names before this. Perhaps they had just been given names, recently, and now was their formal debut.