Ecclesiastes 7:1

Patience, of course, was one of the pups that was most accustomed to the rituals of the day. She was playing her part, childish innocence leading her to believe that the Abraxas were gods in the mortal shells that they were confined to. She'd not heard or seen any other beings besides her mother and siblings. Patience'd never once had a step outside, preferring the warm and heated interior of the den and being quite proper when speaking if she did so at all. Patience wasn't one to ask many questions, rather to wait and see what would happen next. She wouldn't be a follower- only a leader and that's what her intentions will be from the moment she finds out about ranks and packs and the like.

The moment she was told that she was a goddess in a flesh body she wasn't too happy. She didn't entirely know what the term meant but it meant something to the extent of an all powerful being who rules a certain aspect of the Earth. Honestly this whole thing is kind of stupid... why must I be given a name when I am perfectly capable of thinking of one for myself? What's the point? Patience was having thoughts but by the time the blanket was placed over her the thoughts were gone and she was content to wait for the ceremony to begin- even though it meant being in the wintery snow once more.

She wouldn't be peeking out like her siblings, opting to stay in the comfort of the blanket rather than be a curious child. Curiosity killed the cat y'know.