Ouroboros Spine ukijijuk ⏧

Elenwë's daughter listened, raptly so. The more she learned about Kukutux and the culture she'd been raised in, the more she wanted to know. It was beautiful, the things she spoke of -- not just this concept of hidden names. "Do you believe we all have those names or is it just wolves from your tribeland?"  Lótë asked curiously, silently wondering how she might find out what her own spirit name was if she had one. It was then that a thought struck her, with no small measure of surprise tinting it.

She had a secret name already. How easy it was to immerse herself in the woman she had become, cloudberry and greenpaw to the moonwife she had come to adore. So easy, too easy, to forget the girl she had been. "Do you share these names with others or is it something sacred?" 

Should she tell her friend, tell someone at least? Or would it be taboo of her to speak of the identity she'd once possessed?