The Sept Alpha had sense enough to look at Ren at eighteen years old and know that she needed a warning label for any other Garou that were likely to deal with her. Rages-Against-The-Odds was as much an accolade as it was a stark omen of what to expect when crossing her path. She had been gifted it at the celebration of her first battlewound, mere days after her had turned up at her new sept.

"There was no harm done because you were saved by your ally. I still wronged you." For all that Ren was not the brightest, she had a developed a strong sense of morals since the last time she had come face to face with Seteth. Not wanting to keep continuing on this frightening tract, Ren stepped back and let go of him. "I have sense enough now to know that I need to right the wrongs I have done." She was quite sincere. "And to tell you; you are in no danger from me here. Not now or ever."