Stefan blew out a breath as Starflower finished the ritual. He felt a little, startling grin spreading across his cheeks. He felt like he was actually coming into his own, as if standing here in the Shadow had finally found him a place. He had sung praises to his Totem. He had stood as a member of the Uratha. Perhaps he was becoming a little less of a pup.
As silence descended, he smiled properly, and looked around at the gathered Uratha.
This was home. He basked in it, saying nothing yet. He just wanted to feel part of something, for a while.