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HA! A sharp bark of laughter, the sweep of his tail quicker in his amusement at Engi's explanation. Stjornuati was not prideful of his appearance by any means, a beast of the North who had grown up windswept and unkempt, a feral creature who not been taught the importance of appearance. Sure, he understood attraction, especially in the throes of spring-fueled lust, but besides that the man did not usually give it such thought.

Drengr's appearance is also pleasing, He responded, missing the context of what little Engi was attempting to emphasize. Strong, battle-hard. A beast this one would feel honored to spar.