Silvertip Mountain summoning

"Panik is daughter," she translated calmly from Inuktitut to improper English, at least to her own knowledge as Inuktitut was her primary means of communicating and English was more of like a second language. In fact, it was the only way of communication Nunavut preferred. Obviously, she was not upset that Tuwawi did not know the language of the Inuit, in fact, Iluliaq had warned her and her older brothers that not everyone in Tartok (aside from a select few) knew the language of their ancestors.

She stood there in front of the russet colored canid, facing the Silvertip Mountain, but not threading too close until Nunavut was permitted to do so. As the aging pup, stood there, her eyes began to denote a primal respectful gaze toward the other canid, but not directly at her. "Atâtak," she paused, realizing that a Inuktitut word had slipped out of her mouth by accident. Quickly, Nunavut shook her head, confirming her mistake that the other she-wolf didn't understand the language. "My father, Iluliaq. He is Tartok. We aren't blood," she exclaimed coolly. Hopefully, Nunavut did not have to explain herself to Tuwawi anymore than that.