As the winter wore on, Jokvethar and his friends grew into fine young wolves. Kaejmari gave birth to triplets, two girls and a boy named Thori, Vitana, and Kappa. Finally, the New Year celebration came, initiating the teenage wolves in their coming-of-age ceremony…
"With the power of the Rainbow of Stars, I proclaim you full adults!"
The pack howled at the moon, the squeak of the pups and Gryphe's cry creating a cool harmony with the other wolves' wild call. When it was over, the wolves began to walk to their sleeping spots. As Jokvethar settled down, Lunaxa-Gio walked up to him, and poked him with his nose, forcing him to get up.
"Somethin' wrong, Dad?" yawned Jokvethar. "Yes there is. Get Gryphe, and meet me by the Firepool," instructed Lunaxa-Gio.
As Lunaxa-Gio ran off, Jokvethar walked over to his friend. He began to tug Gryphe's tail, causing Gryphe to mutter incoherent gibberish.
"GRYPHE!"
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" yelled Gryphe. "Oh, it's you. 'Sup dawg?"
"Lunaxa-Gio wants us. Follow me," said Jokvethar.
The pair followed the smell of sulfur to a huge, blue Firepool. Lunaxa-Gio sat on the edge, sniffing at the milky-white mud. He raised his head at the sound of the teen wolves sliding down the gravelly bank.
"Hello. I'll bet your wondering what I summoned you here for, don't you?" his eyes were particularly on Jokvethar.
"I'd like to tell you about your name origin, my son," He said 'my son' as if it were like a pup tattling on someone who swore having to repeat the word. "The origin of your name is Sylvania in origin. Jokve means 'eagle', and Thar means 'wolf'."
"Why's my name Eagle-Wolf? Wait… what is this all about?" Jokvethar suddenly became angry.
"You want to know why? Why you have no ears, why I'm closer to Kaejmari than your mother, why K'Linjiza had you on the same day we found Gryphe? I'll tell you why!" Lunaxa-Gio suddenly stopped, as if he really didn't know if what he wanted say was what he really wanted to say. But he said it anyway:
"Gryphe is King Kaw's son, and you are brothers."