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Her brow raised; she studied his face for a moment, that guilty smile, before her pupils narrowed and her jaw fell open. The corners of her lips drew up- and she eyed him fiercely for a moment as if to suss out a prank, before she threw her head back and let out a raucous laugh. 

”Shut uuuup, theriouthly?” She gawked at him for a moment before dropping her head and jutting her shoulder forward to thump it against his own in a guy-ish chest-bump. Her tail waved as she drew back. ”Tho yuh Bertherkuh now huh? That’th wicked, Mulherin!” She said, a proud growl in her voice. 

He was an excellent candidate; but she had to wonder- if he was Berserker, then what of the others?

”Did you hafta challenge Redd for it? Or Avicuth? I can’t imagine Mathque goin’ for it but I could thee one of Augur’th girlth thteppin’ up,” She mused. ”Thpill, Mul- I wanna know how it all went down,” She prompted.