Judging from the racket the rest of the wolves were making, Lauren had just done something awesome. It had felt awesome, too - though she hadn't been sure it would work, even midair about to make contact with her target. Werewolves were strong, fast buggers, and Lauren had half expected to miss if the female wolf had moved too soon. But no, it'd worked. She gave a cat grin and stood up on her hind legs, trying to line up a high five. It kind of missed, which probably made them look simultanously weird and dumb to any non-were onlookers, but who cared?
Lauren was enjoying her night until the biggest wolf got it in his head to try and exchange information. He didn't know that she could change anytime she wanted, and she couldn't change back until she was safely alone or risk giving up the secret. She sat back and watched him scratch at the dirt curiously; it didn't take long before she figured out where he was going with it. Thankfully, the difficulty one had trying to write with claws in dirt gave her time to make a decision. She couldn't give him her real name. It was obvious by her scent that she wasn't a were, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to tell anyone what she really was. But she was having a good time, and it might be nice to hang with him outside the full moon, so she didn't want to entirely burn that bridge. So when he finished, she stepped forward to read the name, storing it in her memory, and scratched 'Ren Nascha' into the dirt. It wasn't a name he could use to look her up - a nickname and her middle name - but neither was it a fake name. It was the best she could offer him.