Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

Yay!

Kodiak's smile broadened into a grin, almost parting into a chuckle, but the brown bear was yet still reserved, his guard not down enough to allow him to fully engage in merriment. Kodiak was actually keen on such jest when his mind was not locked on an important task that would dictate his entire future here.

As Iqniq had butchered his own name he also butchered the brown bear's, who pursed his lips and decided that he was not going to tolerate being called by a mangled moniker. "Or you can call me Kodiak," he said. Were he not a subordinate that had been accepted mere days ago, he likely would have been much more aggressive in ensuring that he be referred to properly. But he, ever strategic, had quickly decided it would be better to offer his other, easier to pronounce name and hope his russet packmate chose to use it, rather than getting into conflict so soon.

"And no," he said. "I arrived just before you." It crossed his mind that he did not know if the pack knew of Tartok, how much he could speak of it, and so he was vague as he continued after a pause. "But I knew Tonravik from before." He deliberately made mention that he and the dark Alpha had been acquainted previously. Kodiak lifted his muzzle to invite Iqniq to speak.