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The northerner drew his dark ears into a point atop his broad skull. This wolf Lane and Meerkat had been pack mates more than once, for different groups. That was a curious thing, for Issorartuyok had only ever known the faith of his home village, the dedication to that claim and its protection. Yes, the frozen northern tundra was a vast stretch of frigid winter landscape, but it had been Issorartuyok’s home for years.

Ah, I have not met Kukutux or Kigipigak. Are they a pair?

Then, thinking of what she had said about their names, Issorartuyok regarded her with a thoughtful expression, a twitch of his dark whiskers.

You may call me Tatkret if it pleases you, he offered with a  small bow of his head. Issorartuyok was a leader dog first, but his family was of the moon. If Lane found more ease in using his family name, he would not oppose it.