Duskhowl, once again, summoned his ravens. He had messages to send out, to friends and allies, and guardians who had wandered far afield. It had taken almost an entire moon-turning of thought, meditation, and communion with the spirits and the Dream to settle on things that would honor all those involved....but it was time to make the wishes of the spirits known.
As he offered forth his own spiritual energy to the ravens, part of the long standing agreement with the spirits to act as his messengers and eyes, he began to speak his message. “Spirits of spring ask for honoring, as is done for spirits of winter. Guardians will do this, and any who also seek to honor spirits may come. For three days after day of equal night and day, will be honoring of spring. First day will have naming ritual. Second will have ritual for spring spirits, and feast. Third will have time of stories. Will also have many doings. Hunts. Showing of strengths. Games.”
He paused, trying to word the spirits' requests—translating a myriad of images and concepts into human tongue was difficult enough, but this was...complicated and esoteric as well.
“Spirits ask of only new, fresh foods for feast. Things fresh hunted or grown recent. No old foods. Spring is time of new life, of many whelpings, and also matings. Spirits wish to see honor to makings and newness. Want visitors to bring not just foods and drinks, but things they make. Things to give, trade, or offer to spirits. Things made of what one who come is best at, things of use, or pretty to see.”
The next part was easier. “Spirits also honor new life. Will give gifts and blessings to those who seek them for pups, or the carrying or making of pups. Will also be asking point-ears for help in calling on Moon, to honor Moon, and to ask for Moon's blessings.”
“Spirits will be glad for many to come, to honor spirits in many ways. Guardians hope to see. Any who wish come are welcomed.”
The worgen sighed. That felt like all of it, but...who could tell. Oh well. If there were questions, people would come and ask them. Getting to his paws, the alpha of the grove waved the ravens away. In a flurry of inky feathers, the spirits dispatched to carry their messages.
Dusk scratched at his already shedding winter coat, and raised his muzzle to call to his guardians.
OOC things to follow. Be patient. Its a doozy.