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“Huh,” Fox replied when he explained what the word meant. She hardly felt worthy of such a title, but since flattery was one of those things she just could not say "no" to, she did not correct him or try to discourage him from using the moniker. He seemed slightly less ready to go, so Fox decided to continue their conversation, rather than send him on his way. “Have you met Njal? He kinda has your same accent, I think.” The fireball tended to be rather unobservant, which is why she had not noticed the connection before. And honestly, she had a terrible time understanding anybody who talked too much differently than herself. Thankfully for the both of them, they seemed to know the common tongue well enough to communicate without using solely grunts and body language.

Perhaps if she had been more of a visual creature, Fox would have noticed the dashing chocolate coat and eye markings of Sveinn. She was not, of course, and tended to see things as they were: a wolf who happened to be brown. He had strength, but also an ounce of finesse. These were physical aspects, not visual ones. Beauty was not something that Fox understood or cared about, so she tended to ignore it all together.