The fire princess wasn't one to have pups. She was more of a tease than anything. Having puppies made her feel like a balloon about to pop; her stomach swelling til she had to hobble around. But, of course, even when she hobbled she had the ease and grace only some possess. She was a flirt, a tease, a man-pleasing-female. She'd only mate to a mutt in her heat season had the brute actually wanted her, yearned for her, desired her. There were many ways to get a mutt like that and Glamour knew many of them.

She gives a tug-up on the lips of pleasure has he nicknames her 'princess', much like everyone else she'd encountered in her lifetime. It seemed everyone called her that and she honestly didn't mind. Perhaps she even found excitement and pleasure in it. Who knows? Either way, she turns her red sonars toward the mutt as he continues after glancing at the mangled body. Her haunches settle themselves on the sooty flooring; if he wanted her he could come after her. She had plenty of muscle in her hind legs to leap off if he happened to lung after her, but for now he seemed just as relaxed as she. But never judge a book by its cover. After he speaks, she takes in his question before responding so easily it seemed she had the answer before he'd even begun. ”True. But if it were the child of a rabbit, would the mother be just as angry at its killer as the mother of this pup were? Surely all creatures have emotions, yes? You have them and I have them, so why would the rest of the animals of earth have them?” She peers at him through mocha fire-orbs, her eyes just daring him to come at her. This is fire you're playing with, boy. Don't get yourself burned.