freedom, order, and safety for all of us

She grinned, a rare expression compared to the gruesome snarls she displayed so often. "Might be." In truth, she was. He knew it, she knew it. What he didn't know was why and she sought to enlighten him, her demeanor settling into a serious one. "You are Tartok now." Her normal vulgarity was missing, her tone serious. Nanuk did not take such things lightly and there was a fierce pride that glinted in her eyes as she spoke of it. Iqniq was a worthy comrade who had earned the name and all that came with it. 

"All of our leaders speak a form of Inuit, though Inuktitut is most common. Our branches spread far, so there are variations here and there." When she had first met up with Tonravik, her own tongue had been slow, and rusty. The cobwebs had since fallen away, leaving the Beta to speak it affluently. "Our names are Inuktitut but do you know anything else of the language?" While they would not get everything down today, they could get the basics out of the way, at least.