[Her tail swishes only softly now, but there’s no denying the look of pure love she wears for the attention washing over her now between the pair of them. Kept in a cage all her life, packless and poorly socialized, she is a hungry thing when it comes to gentle affection.]

An excellent idea. But why stop there? Why not go all the way? What’s elvish for 'massive furry animal that drools too much and probably will eat you if I say so'?

[His grin a teasing thing now, so dagger-sharp and yet so utterly fond even as he commits to digging however he pleases. Preening about it for a good half-second before the wolf’s back foot shoves itself hard against his leg, coarse claws dragging over leather.]

What— you’re taking his side? Calling a dog a dog isn’t exactly the height of creativity, you know.

Still. I suppose Ataa... [Err. Hang on, he’s going to cast one somewhat unsure glance Fenris’ way as he tries to remember exactly what it was again.] Ataashi...? That one wasn’t all bad.

And thematically speaking it does match with what I had in mind. Old gods. Formidable creatures.

Something to strike fear into our enemies.

[There, she yawns wide— culminating in a single, clumsy sneeze before dropping her head into Fenris’ lap, blazing eyes drifting shut. It’s been a long journey for her from Antiva, after all.]

Mm...

[well.]