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They accepted. Her gaze lingered on Echelon, but then moved back to her mate. 

"We are Tartok," she hums, looking her mate in the eye. "We can, we will." And it was here she fell into their code, so he would understand it, know it; and when she had finished, the woman moved to him, pressing herself against his sides. He had been adopted into the fold. No longer was he who he had ever been before. 

The leader looked to him, proud and pleased. "Iqniq Tartok," she hums, "Tunngasugit—welcome," they had always been family, but now, they shared the name with so much meaning to it.