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She gives a nod of satisfaction when he accepts the traditions of her home. 
then her face sours as he makes an obvious attempt to goad her. 
"Your decision is your own. A dog will always be less than a wolf. They are filth, blood traitors. A dog will always run back to its its humans. Half-witted children with adult forms, barely functional bodies from inbreeding. Or they're half-mad and feral." 
she sniffed. "You want to be proud of something so shameful, who am I to stop you?" She leaned closer to him in turn, daring him to strike her.