These Polar Tigers, Man.

Aresenn observed Kaino with a mixture of interest and a subtle acknowledgment of her expertise in handling the aftermath of their battle. He honed in on her movement as she handled the blade with an obviously practiced skillset. As she revealed her name, he nodded in response, offering her the ghost of a half-smirk. "Aresenn Praetor," he replied simply. His amber eyes briefly shifted to the discarded fur before returning to meet Kaino's gaze. "I take it that's not the first in your collection." His tone was casual, but it wasn't void of amusement.

Getting a good look at her now, he vaguely remembered that she was the late comer the evening Sephiran had called for a group assembly. That was the first time he had ever noticed her presence, as well. "How are you related to Sephiran?" He asked with carefully expressed interest. He knew of Seph's siblings. He either failed to mention Kaino, or purposefully left her out. Which wouldn't have been the must unusual thing the Saxe brute had ever done.

"Aresenn Praetor"