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w8 editing bc ku, idk if ech is back @ this point yet??? throw her in if yes otherwise ignore and lmk i am derp

His response was swift. Iqniq. And he said it so perfectly, as it was meant to be said, adopting even her own accent and having made it his own. "Ima," she responds, nodding: yes. Tonravik could understand his using of his second-name, could understand the secrecy that was not misplaced as she had told him: no one is to know of us. Not of the lands, not of its wolves, and not what they would become, or who they were becoming. He had been Iqniq since the day that she had first seen him, but now he seemed to know it for himself. This was important.

"I have seen your loyalty, your dedication," she hums, and moves to press her snout into his temple before withdrawing, "And now you run beside me. You have made but one error, and I know you will not make it again." She referred to Zhavvi; but it had been discussed and she trusted that he would not let another run from them, or waste his breath in giving any command that could aid them. Together they dragged another plains wolf to their leader, and afterward, they together agreed what was right. He was a good man, a good leader.

And soon, a father.

"To become Tartok," she hums, "You must let go of what once was. Family. Your name. Old allegiances. Above anything else," she hums, "is Tartok. The good of the pack, of this family. You were once Iqniq Anneriwok; you chose to follow, knowing what it meant. You have protected, fought, sparred, and risen. You have stayed. You understand." She looks to him, now, her ears cupping forward. Iqniq Anneriwok—the flame in the sky chooses. The woman is quiet for a brief moment again. "You know what is to come, and what may come."

The woman then howls, calling for those of their name to join her, now. She called for @Kroc who had seen him, and @Echelon who had known him some. Together they would determine if this was the day he would bear the name Tartok.