Elvira's tail wagged slowly at Balerion’s words as she finally rose onto all fours. Standing, she was almost as tall as the older wolf; it was a miracle she didn't trip on herself as she walked.

“Thank you, sir,” she said with another respectful dip of her head. Her ears flicked at the thought of being a fighter; she didn’t want to hurt, even though that ran deep in her genes. She wasn’t the vengeful type, quite the opposite in fact. “I will speak with Vespula, then.” She watched as he spread his wings, cocking her head curiously. She gave him a wide berth to prevent being buffeted by his wings, walking smoothly into Drekistone territory. "Home," she thought to herself, feeling like a weight was coming off of her shoulders.