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"Dey huh. Well that's certainly less of a mouthful than your last one, anyway. WarriorDemon, wasn't it?" Nova retorted. What is wrong with this brute!? Dey rolled her eyes at him, not even knowing what he was referring to.

"Well I'm still Nova, for the record. And for all the adventuring we have been on, I should say we really don't know each other that well, more like a strained working relationship. I don't even know your favorite color.

Suddenly, Dey cooled down a bit and without even replying to his explanation, which she totally ignored, spoke, "Okay, fine, rude wolves. I don't really care what you call me, but since you strangers get to call me that, then I guess I'll just get to do the same." Her eyes began to gleam dangerously. "I'll get to rename you both!"

Dey was suddenly sitting up a little, a philosophical look on her face and she began to mutter names under her breath. "Sandy? No, that's too... obvious for you." She looked pointedly at Nova's pelt. "Hmm, maybe Smut, but then again smut is more of black color than brown...." She began reviewing different names, most of them meant to goad Nova even further.

Breaking off from her newfound task, she changed to Durandel. "You, I'll just call you Khan."