Sawtooth Spire Pita Republic

Iqniq took the time to address him directly and Wicked bobbed his head to acknowledge his Alpha's praise, the corners of his lips twisting into a smile. But his leaders seemed stuck on this whole naming convention and continued their quip war back and forth. He really didn't care what they ended up deciding, Pita or otherwise. Wicked wasn't his real name, just a self-assigned moniker he'd taken when walking away from the (literal) ashes of his former life. His identity was fluid for the moment.

"Ittukanak," he chimed in after a moment. "I like that one," he said, oblivious to its meaning. It just sounded like the others', with the hard k sound at the end. It was an improvement over Pita anyhow. "What language are these in, by the way?" he wanted to know. He knew a bit of Latin because of his former home's ranks but otherwise knew little else besides the common tongue.