Elvira raised her head when the alpha spoke, eyes glittering. She adjusted herself, revealing the bulk of muscle in her hind legs, a hint of her dire ancestry. It also explained her thicker coat, double layered instead of silky like a normal maned wolf; the cooler weather was her preference. She didn’t seem offended by the mocking tone, puffing out her chest a little. “I am Elvira,” she said before she lowered her head again. “As for skills . . . “ She dropped the magic that she’d been using to hide the horn that rested close to her nose, looking like it would have been more comfortable on a rhino than a wolf. The gold crystal glittered in the light, bringing out the gold patches in her fur and deepening the gold in her eyes. She blinked, and it was hidden again, leaving her with just her skull markings once more.

“I wish to heal, to protect,” Elvira replied, a little at odds with the skull mask that covered her face. “I am skilled at running.” She seemed to give a shy smirk of amusement, glancing at the long legs that were collected under her. “I will do what needs to be done to protect the pack.”