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She wrinkles her nose in thinly veiled disgust at his lineage. 
"Where I am from it was considered a shameful act to couple with a dog. Cur, Abomination, Kherla, we called them. At least the ones that lived long enough to be spoken to." 
She raised her muzzle primly into the air, eyeing him. "You're a decent fighter Though. I suppose I can overlook that... unpleasant fact. Let's just not go spreading the information." 
He enquires about her traditions back home and she smirks. "There were a few rituals we held. Pups after their first hunt carried the heart around the den circle. The pup would show the heart to his parents, the huntmaster, and the elders. "I have taken this flesh as my own. I carry this blood with pride."  He would say to each one." she smiles wistfully in Memory of her own first hunt, Rabbit blood smeared all over her face and paws. "Wolves who didn't have a suitable mate by their fourth year, and who weren't arranged by their parents, would enter a tournament. If it were a male, the eligible females would fight until a Winner was chosen. The opposite for a female. The battles went on for days at a time."