Though outwardly she'd state she's the loveliest girl in Elysium, it's since been informed that the petite and slender types are considered beautiful. Mir is all muscle, her broad muzzle an irregularity among wolves. Her beauty, if anything, is strange. Solid. Physical. This girl is taller than her, though, and Mir supposes next to her, she might look the picture of petite and beautiful.

The smile that crosses her face is smug. "И ты думаешь, что я не из ночи? (And you think I'm not of the night?)" Her words in English are spoken slower, the accent thick and implacable-- the mix of Northfall and Elysium has ruined her speech patterns. "I am here for the dune grass. One of the few things that holds on. The snow should bury it soon." She's decided she'll rip out the throat of anyone who mocks her accent. So long as her nouns are right.

"It is a shame that winter happens and the plants die." There's almost a bit of lament in her voice.