Honeyed Pasture like you've never felt the ground before

Politeness was not something Renard had been taught, quite the opposite in fact, but out here in the big wide world they did have eyes and an ability to learn and it became quickly apparent being an ass was not the way to do anything besides give yourself a nasty reputation. Renard liked their reputation being clean, thank you very much. If there was anything to be gained by making enemies with everyone you came across and then everyone they came across, they were yet to have heard it.

So it was nice to keep all the conversations pleasant and free of any snippiness. And it was also nice that – well, the majority of those they had come across since entering the Teekons was of the same opinion. Or maybe it was just their sparkling personality winning everyone over.

Right.

“Well, thank you,” they returned. “Renard. I’m new to…” they glanced off to the left, where the peaks of some range they had neglected to ask the name of rose in a long line from the coast, “this side of the mountains. Here in general, you could say.” A pause. “I don’t suppose you’ve been here longer?”