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Here is how it works: I'm roleplaying as if Dawali has gone around to let everyone know what's going to happen the night before, so that everyone are prepared and know what to do. They gather around the circular ceremonial stone ground by the great ceremonial fire, in the north part of the village, right by the Town Hall. All members have been asked to bring one white item (white, or painted white for the occasion) for sacrifice. This item can be anything from a weapon or a tool to a rock, but they must carry some amount of emotional value for the owner. Roleplay as if your character has already arrived, please, unless you intend for them to be late! 
We follow post order, and skip the person who is due should they take longer than 4 days to respond when it's their turn.
He was never sure whether he was awkward or comfortable when he appeared for his tribe in his ceremonial clothing, but he would not forsake tradition for his own selfish feelings. The leather "jacket" had once been sown by his mate, all that time ago when they had first settled in their first house. His own fingers had mended it since, and now it was adorned with feathers here, some beads there. It made him too warm to wear it in summer. The great fire's flames rose high in the air next to him, spilling an orange light on everything and set his russet pelt aflame with color, and he thanked the spirits that his pelt was not as thick as that of most wolves. That very same pelt would disappoint him in winter, but at least he was not dying from heat just yet. Despite his thoughts, he appeared rather calm on the outside, waiting patiently in his usual spot, for the members of his tribe to arrive. Behind him lay a little bundle, and a large one, the latter containing foods and whatnot for the feast that was ahead. His smoking pipe hung in his belt, for once, as did the little bone flute he sometimes played, and drums were accessible to anyone. It seemed as if even the skies were on his side, for the late day might very soon turn into a magnificent evening, with not a cloud to see anywhere. Everything was set for a jolly celebration, but first came the serious part, which Dawali played with ease from years of practice. The Chief coughed to get their attention as soon as it seemed that most had arrived. "Welcome, everyone. For some of you, this is the first time you have ever come to one of our ceremonies; an extra welcome to you!" He paused, and his eyes traveled across the faces of the newest members, some so fresh that he doubted that they had met very many of the others before. "We should thank the world for the gifts that she has given us during these peaceful summer months. We will extinguish our precious fire and re-light it, just as everything dies and is born again every season." He turned quite seriously and started to shuffle sand onto the great fire, its flames shaking with every fist of sand he threw on it. He felt no need to tell the members to participate, as he assumed that most of the members that had been there awhile would do so automatically, easily showing the newcomers how it was done. His flint and tinder, and a pile of very fine, dry twigs, waited on the ground in a safe distance from the big flames. Soon, they would be part of the new Great Fire, but first, the flames had to die out.