Swiftcurrent Creek the nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day

he offered the information offhandedly, noncommittally, yet she took and stored it carefully. one never knew when tidbits of knowledge may become useful, she'd learned, and said nothing. finally, a name was offered, and after a beat did she echo his introduction. "Dawn, Morningside."  both a surname and her pack, though it would be seen how it was interpreted. 

she felt like this was very much a one-sided interrogation, and this had her hesitate before forging ahead. "who leads your pack, then?" leader's monikers could certainly be useful, and was hardly considered sensitive information in most packs.