She was a swift huntress. She was meant to run with a long, deadly stride. Her movements showed her skill in hunting already, her blood red eyes are fixated on the smokey girl. She keeps her head steady with each graceful and powerful stride. As she comes upon the girl, see leaps into the air with her white fangs exposed. The girl, however, wasn't completely oblivious. She heard Flare's approached and moved. Once in the air, there is little Flare could do to adjust. All she could do is let rip a vicious snarl and let her jaws clamp down on whatever she can.
Her sharp fangs come in contact with the female's shoulder. Not exactly where Flare wanted to grab the girl, but it would have to do. Alana's movements were sudden and quick, and Flare couldn't help but feel saliva building up on the meat of her tongue. The hunger inside was ripping her apart. She could feel her stomach twist and turn, screaming in agony and telling her to kill, kill, kill. She needed this female to survive. She needed to sink her jaws into her neck and taste her blood. She needed to squeeze the life out of her so she could devour her, for living subjects never sit still. Yes, Flare must consume for nature tells her to consume.
Her fangs grasp onto her shoulder, and with all of her weight she pulls downward due to Alana changing angles. The sweet smell of flesh causes a rage inside of her. Her hunger increases and she could feel the adrenaline rushing through her snow and fire frame. The sound of a growl from hell itself rises from her throat, the slight taste of blood upon her tongue, but it is not much. It is enough to let her bright red eyes dilate. She was now even more driven to kill, more driven to grasp her neck with her jaws and prove that Alan is weaker. She is weaker and she will be her meal. She is the first prey Flare has seen since her stomach started jabbing at her to eat, and her mind was fixated that this girl was going to make an easy, fast meal.
Flare lands on her snowy white paws. She lowers herself, guarding her own delicate neck area and also getting a better angle to grasp onto Alan's neck. Her blood red eyes gleam up at her, surrounded in black eyeliner like a child who get carried away for the first time with makeup. It was the look of death, the look of hunger and need. It was then that Flare lunged forward once more, her legs springing her lithe body towards Alana and aiming for the soft part of the neck. She was driven by her taste already, her senses heighten with the prospect of a kill. And yet, Flare was taken slightly by surprise when another comes and yanks Alan by the neck. Flare's lunge does not land, and instead the girl of light and fire is left with only air in her mouth.
Flare snarls as she snaps in their direction, her hackles of russet, grey, and black raised high like knives covered in dried blood. Flare was looking for an easy meal, not to tussle with another wolf to get a chance to kill. Her tail twisted behind her as she stared down the new male. Her eyes were bright with red and yelling of her hunger, but she cannot waste her energy any more. She could have killed Alana if this male had no gotten in the way. Now, Alana is behind the male who growls a warning growl. Flare returns the growl, her fangs exposed from her lips as her tongue sticks out to lick them now and then. She snaps once more as she begins to circle, her eyes never leaving those of the male. She snaps in his direction again, a snarl directed towards him but she does not attack.
After a moment of her starting, Flare returns her demon gaze to Alana, her white paws side stepping away from the duo. This was not the easy meal she wanted. This was not worth the energy. She kept her aggressive stance, as she stepped further and further away, her eyes fixated on them to ensure they do not come after her. She shows she will fight if needed, but she shows that she will leave if left alone. Once she is a good many feet away, she will turn and run into the foliage and dense woods. He had won for now, but Flare would still get her meal. It was only a matter of time.