She leads her pack of Salandit with a flick of her tail, and the males know better than to question her. A shimmer of toxic purple runs down her spine, and her posture says she owns every alley and factory ledge she lounges on. The heat she radiates is not just from her flames; it is the kind that makes challengers hesitate before they even speak. She has been known to accept gifts of rare berries, but only from those who prove they can handle the burn. What she does with the ones who fail is the part she never tells anyone.