She's curious. That much is obvious. Here she was, thinking that everyone went about like ghosts, when some blood-thirsty mutt came up and just killed a puppy right before her eyes. She watched as he sucked the blood out of the pup and then lay down, seeming to sleep. The fire princess knew better. No one with any brain would kill a pup in plain sight and then lay down next to its mangled, lifeless body. Someone else would surely come along to avenge the poor child's death. Now, if Glamour were a normal wolfess, one with kindness in her soul, she would've stalked right up there and attempted to claim that brute's life. But, alas, she is not a normal female.

She continues to watch him through a curious mocha gaze. Her deliciously curvacious frame rises from its spot among the ash and soot. She saunters toward the mongrel with easy, carefree steps, her red paws turning a dirty gray/brown from the remains of the fire. Her beautiful fire. She halts a good distance away from the mutt, enough that she could escape if needed, but close enough he could hear her speak. ”And what was the point in that? You surely didn't scare me if that was your motive,” she says in her teasing, flirty vocals. Time to play, little king. The princess awaits.