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Bruges' smile faltered when she confirmed- with pride- that she'd fought a cougar. While it was a badass story, of course, he didn't exactly want his sister getting too bold and thinking she could take on every living creature that walked the earth- and she was just the type to feel that way once she'd gotten a taste for victory. Her grin exposed a space in her upper jaw as well, where a canine should have been, and he heaved a sigh when she bragged. 

"Yeh, pretty tough, toothless," He drawled, nodding toward her muzzle. "Cat take your tooth with it when it ran away like a frightened pussycat?" He asked, though not without concern in his voice, and perhaps a tone of judgement. He didn't exactly approve of her boldness, and marked it immediately as what could become her hubris. Bruges wasn't much for scars and battles, anyway- those weren't the things that impressed him. He would rather slay with words and actions than brute force.