“Thursday,” Robert said.
Great Eagle nodded. “On a Thursday when the Wolf Moon was at the peak of its fullness. These boys would be of two spirits and would be bound to each other as our clan is to the wolf. They were to be named Grey Wolf and White Wolf.”
Morgan felt a shiver run up his spine.
“Grey Wolf would be wise in the ways of our people. White Wolf would have knowledge of the way of the white man. They would be consecrated to each other. When they reached manhood, they would forsake all others, consummate their bond, and become as one. Together, they would govern the clan in a time when great forces seem determined to tear apart our…” Great Eagle paused and looked once more at Robert. “Izhitwaawin?”
“Our culture,” Robert said.