A proud father stood over his newly born cubs and his mate who was struggling to catch her breath. Her sides were clentched and moved in an unrhythmic pattern. Twins born during the completed lunar cycle are said to bring luck to the pack. This particular father was the leader of his pack and with the birth of his children he was given a next in line to take over his role. The first cub had been a female with a close resemblance to her father's looks. The white and gray splotched fur that her mother was licking showed signs of the Moon family heritage. However, the male in the twin set bore a different pattern.

"He is a legend," the father whispered to his pain stricken mate. While twins during a full moon brings luck, a fully white covered wolf represents something far greater. It was foretold by the elders that a white cub will lead the pack to salvation and protect the territory. This babe was going to become the packs hero and hope as he grew into the heir that the Moon family had been waiting for.

"Thorn, it is time to do the naming rites. Please bring the cubs to the pack gathering." A very upright wolf with primped fur hovered over Thorn and his newly formed family.

"Tear, bring the girl," Thorn hissed at his mate. He grabbed the boy in his teeth and walked away from the exhausted mother. She quaked at each attempt to reach her feet. The double birth had been very straining on her underfed body. On the fifth try she pushed herself upwards and onto her paws. The wife of the Moon family head had to be strong at all points in their life. Carefully, the female cub was picked up and half dragged to the pack's circle that was gathering for naming rites.

All the packs adult members had come for the official name giving of the twin cubs. It was tradition in the pack to name the babies by having the father stand in the middle of the circle, spin ten times, and call out a word representing the first thing he sees when the world is no longer moving. This naming rites ceremony was particularly special because it was the leaders first child and future guide of the pack who was to be named. Everyone was hoping he would receive a name with a great deal of strength and promise. With Thorn in his center position he started twisting around. The female was the oldest of the twins and was to be named first.

"Ancient Moon," he uttered. Upon opening his eyes the packs oldest member was locked in his sight. The elder was very shaggy and his body had been ravaged with festering scars from battle.

"A fine name," said the aged veteran. Tear bowed her head to the elder and removed Ancient and herself from the ceremony. She needed to find a place to rest and feed her children.

"Now, for my son." Thorn glanced down at his swollen eyed cub and smiled showing his yellowed fang. "You are my pride."

"Start the rite," yelled another elder. Thorn took a moment to snarl at the elder before resuming his circling. This time, Thorn did his motions with great vigour. He wanted his joy to be given a name only fit for a legend. Without having much reaction time due to the quick circles Thorn was unable to catch himself when his paw scraped over a rock jutting out of the ground. He went tumbling onto his back and sent dust clouds billowing out around him during impact. His eyes had been tightly shut during the spill and when he opened them he was greeted with a faint glow.

"Moon," he said almost inaudibly. The pack members glanced from side to side and the ring was filled with chatter.

"Moon Moon it is," said the time constrained elder.

"Like hell, I am naming my successor Moon Moon, " screamed Thorn. The elder shook his head as he started sending the pack members back home.

"It is done. We must prepare for the hunt. Take Moon Moon back to Tear and meet us at the Tom Tree. We have to move by night if we want to eat." The elder left without another word of explanation to the visibly disappointed father. However, the pack hadn't eaten in days and Thorn needed a kill.

Thorn followed his mate's tired carrying pattern and half dragged Moon across the ground. He returned him to his mother's side in the cave with the other nursing she-wolves.

"He is Moon," Thorn half spat at Tear before swiftly turning on his heel to meet the pack.

"Moon Moon?" Tear fought back a giggle. Her son curled in closer to her warmth. Eventually the whimpers of the twins turned into soft snores. "I wonder what sort of legend you will create, Moon Moon?"