"I'm not an elf," Ylva says, automatically. "I'm a wolf. I'm Ylva."

She does her best to look firm and certain of herself. River is extremely interesting -- the sigils must have a purpose, but are they hot to the touch? -- but frankly, even if she knows perfectly why being identified as elven in some way is reasonable and expected, it still takes the wind out of her sails a little.

"I heard you make swords sometimes?"