The naming ceremony morning arrived with clear, bright skies; the stormy nights of Eleanor's labor are now a distant past. The sense of expectation was palpable among the group as they convened in the hallowed woods. Here, the lofty trees stood like pillars of a grand, natural church, their limbs mingling high above to craft a roof that sprinkled the sun's rays into a gentle, amber radiance.
Right there in the heart of the woods, Eleanor and Lucas were positioned, with their infant girl nestled in Eleanor's embrace. The members of the pack surrounded them in a circle, with expressions showing a blend of happiness and respect. Both leaders of Greywolf and Moonshadow, along with delegates from allied packs, gathered to witness the naming of the new successor.