Whitebark Stream cold winter air

Kora watched as the woman's eyes filled with awe throughout her story and Kora couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight. "It was. I'm glad you found enjoyment in it!" she teased slightly at the lady's fascination. But she couldn't say much, she always found other heritages and different cultures amazing as well.

"Religious teachings? No, not really. Traditions? A few." Kora stated after letting the woman finish. "We had one tradition. That before one or two wolves would go out somewhere alone, the pack would wish them farewell by placing a flower behind their ear," she informed, letting a beat of silence pass for Daylily to process before continuing. "Another tradition we called Ta moko. Which translates to autograph, but it was more of a signature. See, if you take certain berries or fruits and crush them, it becomes a kind of paint. Which we would dip our paws in and put a special mark or marks on our faces. Most were simple on average days. But if you saw us on days of Moutere o te motu which are 'island nights'... we would look like rainbows!" the lady laughed at this, remembering how ridiculously hard they tried to look good but still ended up looking like a pack of skittles had melted on them.

"Oh, and island nights are specials nights we had each month. Where the packs would get together with our messy rainbow faces and eat a large meal, sing, laugh and be together as we were intended to be. Sometimes dancing, but let us just say I didn't get very involved with the active part too much! It was amazing, but the preparation left us all with barely any sleep. If any at all with the excitement!" Kora mused, glad to talk of her old pack. "What were your traditions Daylily?" the woman questioned. The woman had mentioned it but hadn't really gone into detail much. When she was done speaking her smile was still present on her muzzle, far from fading.