Redhawk Caldera Gimme three steps

"Dozy Dwin my fluff!" Dwin stuck her tongue out at Jay, when he refused to call her by the title she had just officially earned. Danger-Dwin of the Caldera (though it would sound a lot cooler, if the name of their packlands had a word starting with a "d"). "And you are still The Orc of the Vale to me, no matter, what heroic deeds you achieve," she told him. "Add - Sleepy - to that, by the way," she grinned.

"How has life treated you?" she asked, stretching and then sitting down for a chat. "You seem to look good. Grown somewhat smaller and all that - I see," in fact, the opposite was true, but Dwin would never - even under the threat of torture - admit that her little brother Jay was not so little anymore. Neither in spirit, nor in his physical form.