Wapun Meadow i heard a call in my sleep again

Renard wasn't currently discerning when it came to new information. Any word was more than they had known previously and asking for particulars was only of so much help; it was more than likely if they came upon a cannibal (not that they carried too much judgment of the practice in theory -- you did what you needed to survive -- beyond everyone who indulged being so proudly and profoundly unhinged) or someone searching for a fight, they would only notice identifying marks when they were too close to be much of a warning.

In the latter case, anyways, Renard would be happy to oblige.

"I should thank you regardless. Anything is an improvement on what I know." They cracked a smile. "I'll keep an eye out for cannibals, then."

Anything was an improvement. That was true. But her following words held more promise.

"Sagtannet." Renard let the name hang for a moment, though it meant nothing to them. "You say it's strong. That's a bold claim to make." The wolfdog slanted their head to the side. "Something you're willing to prove?"