Silver Moraine v manik

Weee! Italics from here forward are Inupiaq. :]

The shoulder shove from his sibling was met with a quick pinch of teeth, the physical admonishment done and over with in the blink of an eye. His focus returned to the one opposite the pair, ears pitched forward and alert for whatever response was given to the question borne from Valmúa's mouth. Surprise was nowhere to be found on his countenance when the male's head tilted at her words; few wolves here knew their natal tongue. That one, at least.

Instead of translating in the common tongue, the gold and blonde crested male attempted another greeting, this time in the words of another Northern language. Kinauvin? A feeling fluttered in his chest, its source and cause unknown. A simple murmur of his heart muscle? Or something more?