Dixie felt a bit better when Elizabeth said she was new too, and that they weren’t all experienced. Good! That meant Dixie wasn’t alone in not exactly being an established hero. Perhaps she would fit in better than she could have ever hoped. She smiled softly but then glanced at Ralph when the girl said he wasn’t a professional hero. Dixie said nothing, not knowing anything about the boy to really make a judgment call. But it did seem like a practical sentiment. Surely a professional hero was more established. More well known. More experiences under their belt. However, Dixie hated confrontation and she didn’t want anyone to feel bad or not get along, so she quickly smiled at both the girl and Ralph and decided to properly introduce herself.

[b]”Ma name is Dixie, by the way,”[/b] she said, leaning forward a tad when she said it. Had she been born decades ago one could have expected a curtsey to follow. But, she wasn’t that old fashioned at least. [b]”I cain’t do nothin’ fancy… like make a crown ‘bove ma head,”[/b] she said, looking at Ralph’s rather silly cartoon jewelry and smiling. [b]”I can…”[/b] she hesitated. Where she was from, Farrah had told her never to reveal her power. That people would hate her for it. Yet she encouraged her to come here and said people would appreciate it. And if they would appreciate it, it was safe to share right? After all, if they fought alongside each other, it was only a matter of time til they noticed what she could do. No use being shy about it. [b]”I can turn into a wolf,”[/b] she said with a deep breath prior. Pausing, she looked briefly serious and not shy as her ears grew into perky wolf ones, and a bushy tail extended down below the back of her dress. She then transformed her hands into fuzzy front paws with sharp claws, holding them out palm up. Her eyes looked unsure at the two, waiting for them to tell her she was a monster or accept her.