Elias perked up when eh heard footsteps behind him, letting out a snarl as he spun around and immediately shifted into his wolf form, his fur bristling as he took a defensive stance, sharp fangs bared as his tail stiffened up like a flag to signal a battle. He took a single step forward, ears pinned back. Who was there? Were they looking for a fight?

((Are the werewolves like Twilight werewolves when it comes to size? O:))

Rexon frowned, then nodded. "He doesn't bite unless he can tell you mean harm. Or if you're a wererat. HE doesn't like them much. Never figured out why," he said, patting Fang on the head as the big cat sat down and stared up at the girl with bright gold eyes.