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He revealed the name of the island she had spent so long wondering about, and Hokulani nodded. She supposed that it was fitting.

When he questioned her about her culture, Hokulani didn't answer right away. She didn't know as much as she pretended to, but this was good practice on selling the idea that she did. Well, it creates a lot of hard-headed men, that's for sure.

It's all about connecting to the ocean, growing into an asset for your pack, and creating community. That sort of thing. Those were the basics, though she supposed a lot of cultures shared similar beliefs. The old guy who made it up thought he could speak to spirits and predict the future.. now we just leave that to elders, and the occasional special kid.

She wasn't too interested with boring him with the naming system, the whole concept of honour, or the ceremonies she missed more than she was willing to admit. I probably need to work on my pitch, huh? She snickered, returning her gaze to Kindle. If I have any hope of going through with this, I have to convince some dude to put up with it and give up on his kids ever having last names. You don't see a lot of Coastal Spiritualists wandering through here, so I think I'll have to find someone willing to convert. From what she had always seen, wolves who only put one paw in the ring were pretty frowned upon.