[@Ryik]

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Despite all her attempts to mock him viciously, he came out seemingly unscathed mentally and for that, she didn't know what to think. In her time, when she was around rowdy hunters and poachers of her forest, she assumed every man around her was as willing to fight as them. It was a bit sad, she was hoping to prove her strength. A tinge of respect for the man came with his response. She had brought attention and humiliation to him in a very crude way. Where most men would vow revenge or cower away, he remained dignified. He had guts, though he didn't look too tough, maybe he could prove himself. For now, he'd be the closest thing to a friend she had here and he deserved it in her eyes. To others, the curse was worse than taking a beating from her. 
"Wit' a name like Ink ya'd think ye'r a writer, but you don' look like ye' could 'old a quill" She smirked finally, more of a teasing way. She put her hand out for a handshake. it looked dirty and smelled just as bad as the rest of her.
"Name's By-tor, By-tor Ectus! And that'er is me pet Kadal" She practically roared in a prideful burst of eagerness to make her mark. The Beast she had come with turned to him and sniffed before turning away to look to the others. By-tor, as she called herself let out a hearty laugh.
"he thinks yer too soft ta gobble up! Too bad, I guess we'll have to find some other emergency preserves"