Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

"ursus," she repeats the name back to him absentmindedly.  it is only vaguely familiar.  praimfaya had mentioned the pack in her long-winded retelling of everything she'd gotten into in the teekon wilds.  she finds it interesting that this wolf has a common enemy of her heda.  perhaps he can be of use with their disposal of the saints.  she won't dare bring this up, of course; it's a throwaway thought, and they're barely more than strangers -- but it does cross her mind in a stream of consciousness moment.

"that brings the number of packs i know the names of here up to three.  thank you," the latter is a show of genuine gratitude. "do you know anything of yuèlóng or the saints of the dying light?  i met a wolf who told me vaguely of them."