Hello almighty Chief 
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This was a very special night for both the Chief and the entire tribe. Yumiko was honoured to be a part of the ceremony, and had been barely able to sleep the night before in anticipation. Some may find the ceremonial activities strange, or too traditional, but the blonde wolf thought it was a wonderful way to combine the hearts of every member in the tribe and make them beat as one.
She stood now by the edge of the circle with a clear view of the main event. Though nearly every wolf in AniWaya had shown up, the outer ring of the dancing stones was quite clear. Those coming late, or those joining future dances, would have plenty of space. She assumed that was what it was designed for, after all.
Dawali entered the circle proudly, a fierce eagle perched upon his shoulder. Perhaps that was one of those Spirit Guides Yumiko had heard talk of? Or had he simply been able to tame such a mighty beast? Either way, it made him look more regal and impressive than before, with his ceremonial garb and proud stance. From her view on the opposite side of the ring, she could not see him swallow and did not sense his nervousness. To her blue eyes, he was as determined a leader as ever she'd seen. A calm breeze blew through the crowd, seemingly hushed in the presence of their Chief. He looked at his loved ones, and began to dance. Never before had the young female seen such powerful, meaningful steps as the ones he danced that calm night. An energy thrummed through the air with each of his steps, and she swayed in time to his movements.
When Dawali turned to her and nodded in way of the dance, her ears perked up and she nodded back at him with a smile prominent upon her face. He was worthy of it. Although she had not known him for very long, what she had learned of her Chief impressed her. He had, and still was, guiding the AniWayans through a dangerous war to the North, and had not let her starve through the winter. As he continued to dance, Yumiko began to lift her paws and closed her eyes as the power of his desires moved through her soul. It was more than just some silly ceremony, or a dance made up by a little kid. It had deeper meaning, one that you had to see to believe.
"Talk." Walk. Think.
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