Sawtooth Spire What do you call an alligator in a vest?...

With a grateful nod, the wolf took his prey for the first bite, and then offered the kill to his alpha again. He was part of the pack, and if he caught anything, regardless of whether it was a predator, it belonged to the pack, and the leader had right over it. That was just Aariak's way of seeing things, he was dutiful and righteous. He liked doing things the right way. Although the honor that Iqniq granted made Aariak feel amazing.

It was a talent of Iqniq's to make things seem less serious than they were, and laughter usually came easily around him. Even Aariak, who would usually be considered too serious couldn't resist grinning at his comments. The father admitted that he hadn't yet met his boys, which in part was hilarious. Tonravik wa a fierce female for what Aariak knew, but all he'd ever known was just like that. Tartok blood was fierceness made matter, and Tartok blood of the purest kind ran through her veins.

The Inuit knew that Iqniq hadn't been born in the Tartok world, and maybe the Tartok way was still a bit new for him, but the fire wasn't only burning on his pelt. Aariak had seen it inside him as well. Bright and warm.

"You will be a good father to them. You're strong..." the male commented in all seriousness, but then a sly grin formed on the corner of his lips, "What worries me is their mother... You will need help handling that monster..." He was used to strong women, all Tartok females had some of it, but making fun of Iqniq was something Aariak couldn't resist.