Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

He nodded as she repeated the name. Knowing it was just in thought, but feeling rude not to acknowledge her words.
Perhaps she'd heard of them before, been warned too to stay away. It would probably be evident if she'd run into them.

Though, seemingly not.
She now knew another.
But what she said next was interesting. It wasn't often you heard Yuèlóng and The Saints in one sentence.
What a joy.
"Oh really?" he mused. Thinking. Buying himself time.
"Yuèlóng are coastal and territorial. They know everything that happens to the west of these mountains." He didn't care if he was exaggerating or incorrect. They shouldn't stick their noses where they're not wanted. "And the Saints, hm? I'm one of them. We're looking for our missing packmates." He smiled kindly. "Know where they are?"
From what she may have heard about them, this could stir up a shit storm, or she'd have no idea what he was on about and assume he was complacent. Though, if she knows Yuelong too, it'd be no surprise if she runs away.