“Elara?” the elder whispered.
"It is a garment of last resort," the head elder warned. "Sewn from the pelt of a single wolf and enchanted with moon-thread. When you wear it, you do not merely look like a wolf. You become one—in smell, in instinct, in hunger. You can walk among them, learn their ways, and find their weakness. But if you wear it too long, the wolf will forget it was ever a suit. And so will you." Wolf Skinsuit
The elder looked into the wolf’s eyes. They were not yellow and wild. They were brown and tired—and human. “Elara