Elvira had laid down as she waited for her call to be answered, contemplating peacefully in her silence. She'd given another low-pitched howl, the notes still echoing throughout the still air, before settling herself in to wait. She didn't mind waiting; it was one of her specialties.

Elvira raised her head when she heard wingbeats, but didn't rise. Only once she laid eyes on the alpha did she respectfully sit up, keeping her head low, which was difficult considering her elongated legs; she was in the gangly stages of her teens. Her black and gold markings made her difficult to see until she moved, and she flicked her ears forward curiously. When the great black wolf landed, she lowered her ears, gold eyes meeting gold through their skeletal masks.

Elvira kept her gangly self small as the alpha spoke. She cocked her head slightly to the side, trying to think of the right answer. After a moment, she settled on one. "A home," she replied simply before dropping her gaze respectfully.