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Bruges? Stick around to protect her from danger? As if. Niamh straightened up, laughing, tail stil waving from side to side above her haunches in a playful way. She reached forward to bump the blunt end of her muzzle roughly against her slim brother's shoulder, hoping to set him off balance. "You? Protect me?" She asked, and cackled. She marched in a circle around her brother, and he truly hadn't changed much. Tall and slim, with narrow shoulders and hips, a fine, streamlined body but in no way was Bruges bulky or brawny. She brushed her shoulder against his as she came alongside him, and halted in front of him again, squaring up her own shoulders, as though to show off her own muscles. Though Niamh was a bit more buff than her brother, she was still hardly barrel chested or brawny. 

"You couldn't tackle a stork if it had weeds tangled around its feet." She said. "You'd hardly bend a reed if you leaned against it," She commented, sizing him up again- as though she herself really had much to boast about. "So how could you possibly defend me, slenderman?" She asked, knowing full well how much that nickname irked her brother.