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The babe still felt horribly disgusting. Despite her shake out she still had murky water in her pelt and the taste of nasty fish in her mouth. Svanerna was not a woman to be messed with in those moments, but the company of a pack mate helped calm her. The spitfire would usually be out to kill just about now, but she was holding back to make a good impression on her pack mate. The tri-colored fae then let forth her own name. Poem Destruction. What an odd combination. Svan took not of the womans name as she cracked a joke. The ebony and crimson woman laughed softly. "Im glad you dont judge me for my muddy bits." The older fae could see the potential of a friendship blossoming even in the most annoying of moments. A question was asked and the woman had an answer. "I was just doing a bit of adventuring, be new to the lands and all. But, i ended up in the messy waters and all the land seemed to be just as bad as the water and lord, not good. Pluss I am not the best swimmer in the world. It was just a plan failed. The woman laughed softly, "You?