Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

Dwin would not have minded, if Glee went on for fifteen minutes or longer, because they both had this quality of talking a lot and musing out loud in common. Frolic was more of - talk less, but let's do stuff! Dwin was somewhere between the two siblings. 
"In that case you want to become a Dwin - congratulations, that is the best trade choice possible," Dwin teased her sister gently. "A Dwin likes all the things you listed, except, she might have some reservations about Frolic. But no two wolves of the same trade are the same anyway," she grinned. 

"But, if you want to become a true Dwin, you have to find connection with your inner-Dwinness," she went on in a serious tone, but twinkle in her eyes revealed that she was joking. "Do you know, what that is?"