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their name is the light bulb moment.

"renard," she repeats it back to them with a knowing smile and nod. "you are the selltooth pledged to my cousin.  she spoke highly of you," natshana assumes that renard will have no issue assuming who she is talking about. "we both fly the same banner, which means we are from the same kru.  it is good to finally meet you." another bob of her head, this time more respectfully, is offered.  praimfaya had painted a great image of renard, and thus far, they seem to live up to those expectations.

"i only recently came to join the commander," natshana reveals to renard, all thoughts of small-talk and herbs banished from her mind.  she now wants to get to know the wolf praimfaya put so much trust in, in their own words.  it does not matter if they provided answers she already knows. "would you like to walk with me?  i am curious to learn how you came to serve under my cousin's banner."