The strong survive [J]

There he submitted, and Tonravik relaxed. In the natural order of things, stubborness was unwelcome when unwarranted... and if she detested it, it was all the more unwelcome. But he was swift to amend his error, and Tonravik was appeased. When he spoke again, her interest was piqued. Name...

And then, his name. Honestly, she ought to have expected that to follow, but Tonravik was dense. When he spoke of who he was, the alpha female looked him over, taking it upon herself, now, to circle him. She had never said their name to any beyond Iqniq, and she knew Nanuk and Echelon would not speak it here. Not believing that Iqniq would, either, she spoke. Instead of answering him directly, she answered in their way.

"We can," she hummed, waiting for him to finish, her eyes critical, her fangs prepared to rend flesh from bone if he did not answer correctly. Charlatans were to die; but few had the gall to parade around and pretend. Any that had were long dead.