Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

While Ragna was no doubt a sentry for the Malkaria pack based on her words and actions, Saena let formalities fall by dropping her rump to the ground. She was going nowhere fast, had no destination in mind, and no reason to feel rushed or unwelcome by remaining standing. Feeling more comfortable already, she dipped her nose earthward in response to Ragna's compassion.

"It's Saena," she replied, and once more had to resist the urge to tack on titles she no longer sported. She didn't think she would ever truly get over that. Thankfully, she was distracted by the white wolf's own name, which bore such resemblance to the one she'd spoken earlier that for a moment, Saena thought they were one and the same. She frowned, but then understood the difference, a curling of the tongue on the former and a smooth soft end to the latter. No less curious, Saena let her ears pan out in neutral interest and asked, "is it just a coincidence your name is almost the same as that other one you said?"

The familial connection was assumed, but Saena dared not make an ass of herself by verbally saying it in case she learned that she was wrong. Better to just ask.