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"Here I thought that you were something a bear had chewed on and passed through," Dwin was never the one to turn down an opportunity to trade insults. She was more careful with her fellow female compatriots, but guys - in her opinion - had to have thick skin. If they could not take ragging, then they were not real men in the first place. If "m'lady" was supposed to leave an impression on her, that was a completely wrong chose. Had he called her "Warlord Swanson" (another random pair of words, no need to Google them for deeper meaning), she would even have felt flattered. 

"Sapphique? That's an unusual name for a pack," this observation was more for the sake of small-talk, because the only other pack she knew was Brecheliant and, unless you knew the meaning and the story, it made just as little sense as this one. "What does your home boast with? Mine has a dragon daycare and a forest full of ghosts," she asked, completely forgetting to reply to his inquiry of her where-do-I-come-from?