Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

if you know where to look, renard answers, which praimfaya offers them a skeptical look and a terse mash of her lips. that riddle of an answer wasn't overly helpful. being as new as she was, clearly, she didn't know where to look. thanks, praimfaya quips, tone covered in lacy sarcasm, punctuated with a half-hearted roll of her eyes. krey sisfou she mutters the tridgedasleng half under her breath. it looks like, to praimfaya, if she was in search of shade she would be finding it on her own. the moment is brushed off and forgotten with a flick of her tail and a small rise and fall of her shoulders as she wracks her brain on what else she might ask them. what else they may talk about aside from the possibility of her being an infiltrator. it wasn't a conversation she was keen on having because there was truth to it. placing her trust in renard when they were naught but strangers was risky; a tall order, but the commander of death has no other choice. she's backed herself into this corner and she would either slink out of it like the spider she was trying to be or she would come out fists swinging.

what is your role here? she asks then, assuming that it was not an uncommon thing for a packmate to ask a fellow packmate though she's never taken a real interest in other people's ranks before unless it directly affected her own.