Sunspire Mountains drinks 'em like flesh smoothies

He didn't have to wait for long. Then again, he wasn't quite sure how long it was that he stood into the distance, scanning the horizon for storm damage, before she showed up. The earth trembled beneath her feet. His ears swiveled, his tail wagging lightly as he turned his paw to greet her. Shoulders bumped. She nipped at his face and he at hers before she ran her tongue beneath his chin. Greetings over she quickly moved onto business. He grinned.

"Yes," he agreed, speaking in the language of Tartok. See? He'd been learning and was remembering. "I think... culture this time." More stories. More traditions. He'd need more of the language, certainly, but with the birth of his pups right around the corner he wished to share more of the values with them. Those could be shared with any tongue.

Iqniq switched back to the language he was more familiar with. It was still easier for him to think in the words he'd grown up with and for complex things like these, he'd have a better time understanding. "I know of the naming ceremonies and such. Are there any other traditions I should  know about?"