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Ahh. This was about the Tartok name and whether he'd proven himself worthy of it. He shifted briefly on his paws before falling stoic and neutral as Tonravik looked to her Tartok family for their opinion of him. Kroc he knew. Looking to her, she didn't hesitate in the least before she offered up her assurance. Echelon? He'd met her in passing only once before and had no idea what assumptions she might make from letting her eyes fall on him now. Then she nodded in the affirmative. He was supported by both.

He held his silence as his eyes swept back to Tonravik. She'd sought counsel, but ultimately the decision was hers. Kerosene. No. Iqniq lingered patiently. For as much as he desired to share the same name as his children (there'd been no discussion on it, but he knew they were fully hers) he understood that this was not his decision to make. He waited.