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Saena met the other's introduction with a thankfully silent dialogue. What a weird name, she thought to herself, who the hell names their kid something like that? Other tongues besides English weren't well known to her, so it was easy to see why the teen might find it strange. There were many strange names in the world, Irish names and Egyptian names and Mayan names, but somehow, none of them had ended up at Blacktail Deer Plateau. None of them had found their way into her small circle of close wolves.

She perked up when asked about Taltos. It was this motion that drew her attention fully from the water and finally placed it wholly on Falwasi, something that caused Saena to blink as though just really noticing the woman. "Yeah," she said a little dumbly, for the question came out of nowhere, "how'd you know?" The more important question, perhaps, was how Falwasi knew Lasher, but she knew the swarthy Lasher had been away from the plateau recently. What was to stop him meeting others elsewhere?