Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

"Alright, you've caught me," Poet says, a bit of the amusement from earlier creeping back into her inflection, "it's a pleasantry. But of course I am, and so it gets said, even if it's obvious." But at least she's gotten the other girl a little bit invested in the conversation. She hums, tilting her head a little bit. What are the odds that she's met her portent husband? "I was brought along by Wardruna, with his other wives," she says casually, as if her odd polyamorous arrangement were perfectly normal. "I do not know Xan himself very well," she adds, "how about yourself?" She has not made much effort to acquaint herself with her alpha; a failure on her part, of course, but she is curious as to the nature of her other pack mates with their leader.