Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

If the russet male was going to oblige him with an answer, it was interrupted when Tonravik made an appearance, instantly drawing Kodiak's gaze although it was averted from his leader's own eyes. She greeted him in their language, with the name his father had bestowed on him, and one that quickly caught on among others for his uncanny resemblance of his coat to a brown bear, which aklark meant in the common tongue. He bowed his head to her as she moved on, her unyielding gait telling him she would not be stopping to mingle.

"Iqniq," Kodiak repeated as the male struggled with the correct pronunciation. That alone told him that he was not a Tartok wolf, which the brown bear had already suspected. But perhaps, he could be. He already had at least some warrior skills, and seemed to be dutiful. Kodiak might have explained the meaning of their names but until his position was secure where he wanted it to be, he had no inclination toward teaching his packmate, at least not a male packmate, anything. He would not willingly give him an edge that might endear him to Tonravik. Since she had spoke at least one of Kodiak's names, he did not bother to make a more formal introduction of himself. 

He quirked a brow. "Sucks less than whom?" he questioned.