Sunspire Mountains drinks 'em like flesh smoothies

He answered in the tongue of the north and Nanuk grinned, her eyes glinting proudly. He was a quick learner, quicker than she and most others she knew. He asked for culture though and her mind turned, raking over old memories and thoughts as he switched over to the common tongue and wondered at her about traditions. Yes, there were definitely ones she needed to tell him about, along with practicing Inuktitut in between. 

"There are many traditions, some particular to each branch, and other to Tartok as a whole." This because the tree that they made up was composed of many different cultures, some having minor differences from the others. "One of the most widely known is that of aokkatti." Surely, he was at least vaguely familiar with this one, as Tonravik herself was half of one. 

"When two Tartok feel themselves... two halves of a whole, they forge a bond by sharing blood. It is a bond unbroken by distance or time, and they do everything they can to protect and support one another. To break this bond for any reason other than death is utter betrayal." Truly, aokkatti was a bond nigh unbreakable as they became family in everything but blood and sometimes became even closer than lovers or mates.