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Tonravik left her side as she spoke and for a moment, Echelon felt the spark of jealousy cross her mind. Yet it was just as stifled as many of her emotions, easily smothered beneath the blanket of a much greater cause. Her eyes settled on Iqniq, void of any discernible feeling as Kroc's own words echoed after their issumatar. Echelon concurred with these things as well in a guttural, low murmur; the throaty call would stay with them and not venture far. It was not often that there were others who were brought further into the fold. While they may have existed within the same pack, inhabited the same space even, their ties to Tartok were more than just where they lived. Theirs was a culture meant to continue, and with some understanding to the concept Echelon knew that Iqniq would hopefully be one of many beneath Tonravik's reign.