Whitefish River you seem confused by this but for a different reason than i am.

Her ambiguous response ironed him out rather quickly, and Svalinn reacted as if it was a reasonable answer. He nodded and flopped down to his stomach with several wolf-lengths still between them. He realized he could be intimidating— not to mention the meal-for-one she had to protect— but as he hadn't approached for conflict, per se, the adolescent gave Yami plenty of space to control their interaction.

I could ask you the same.

Svalinn snorted. "You could, but I wouldn't answer," he replied impishly, turning his attentions away from her so that he might "casually" observe their surroundings. And after pretending to be interested in something over there, he side-eyed the agouti girl for a surreptitious moment before swinging his muzzle towards her again. "Yami, right?" So what if he had asked someone who she was, no big deal.