Moonspear by night was a pale green

The answer came to him quickly, and it hit him like a metaphorical bag of bricks.
Sialuk. Moonspear.
A moonweaver figure stands before him, and he finds himself wonderstruck. His nostrils flare. Sweet milk clings to her scent, and when he looks down, a swollen pink belly meets his gaze. A mother; was he ogling a taken woman?
My name is Slaney, he straightens himself out, deciding upon flashing the most cordial smile he could muster. Slaney Frostfur. I, um, I just moved up to the Wilds not that long ago. Allegedly, my parents used to live up here. he didn't expect her to know who they were, but he says it anyway.
He stalks a few inches closer now, tail falling to a gentle sway. I, um-- are you the leader here?