Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

Ragna's compliment was unexpected, but not unappreciate. Saena's smile was nearly shy as she offered a quiet, "thank you," and she couldn't help but to look away for a moment, much like Ragna did. They were perfect strangers, after all, and Saena was an abrasive sort of wolf that others either liked or hated. Lately she felt like a specter that others whispered about. It felt good to feel like someone normal, and Ragna's simple compliment had achieved that.

Ragna confirmed her connection to the aforementioned Ragnar with her next statement. The name still smacked of familiarity, but she couldn't place a paw upon it. Instead, she wondered, "what's your father like?" After all, Ragna certainly had her reasons for asking about Ragnar, which begged the question of why. Something to ask later, she thought.