She can feel her insides writhing, wilting away and causing that pain on the inside she so disdained. It is what drove her to such violent means. It is what drives the wolves before her to venture out into the freelands, but they are not as Flare is. Flare was one to eat whatever was edible, for this is what she was taught. That is what the black male, the exudes dominance, does. He consumes the weak that are unable to protective themselves. The ones who wander too far from the larger wolves who protect them, or who have parents who are too weak to protect them. Flare was on the hunt for anything or everything, and the hunger showed in her wide fire-like eyes.
She begins to salivate gently at the corner of her silky black lips. Her eyes are fixed on the young girl of blood and white, and yet when her purple eyes come into contact with her reds, Flare feels something hadn't felt before. A conflicting feeling. A feeling that puts her to a halt for only a moment. It was a sort of motherly instinct kicking in. This young pup had something many puppies did not, a confidence that made Flare feel less sure of her current actions. She continues forth towards them though, her stomach taking charge and pushing her dirty frame forward. The male steps between them, blocking the path though she wasn't particularly close yet. She has, for certain, been spotted, but that was not going to stop her pursuit.
The male would have been more ignored if he had not gotten in her path. The silent greeting he gave was meaningless to the white flame wraith. Maybe if she was raised by a loving pack, a place where life was easier and social bonds were cherished, she would have known the meaning of such a movement. But alas, Flare was not. She was raised by a savage male, silent other than his own growls and snarls. Words had no meaning to the female, and only the most primal of body motions held any meaning to her. She came up to them, only about 10 feet away, before her nose fell to the ground as she sought out the scent of the young one.
The male was paying attention though, and he was in her way. Was he going to be as many and protect the young? She begins to pace back and forth, her movements quick as her belly rumbles and screams. She does not once meet the gaze of the brown one directly. Instead, her eyes search around as she paces, seeing the young girl's legs in between the black legs of the male.
She has learned from the black male to test. It has worked for him before, and it is a way she has observed that works from time to time. With her head still lowered to the ground, her lithe form goes forth towards them, no hesitation and completely confident in her actions. As she gets three feet away, her lowered head snaps upward, her jaws clicking as she bites in their general direction, hitting air as she is no where near their actual forms. She almost snapped her jaws once more, but it was then that the young one falters. Her young form almost falls down, and it causes Flare to freeze.
Her form is stiff. Internally, she is conflicted. Weakness is shown and she wishes to strike, to rip into flesh to satisfy the hunger within. Yet, her instinct to protect small wolves causes a whine to vibrate in his throat. She was taught to eat the weak in order to make herself no longer be in pain. She does not feast on the small wolves when she is full, and has no desire to do so, and yet she is hungry this day. Hungry, but feeling a sudden hesitation brought on by the birth of her own children. Her eyes of amber red remain open and unblinking, her tongue running across her nose. She knows not what to do as she stares at the young girl. Does she eat, or does she rest her muzzle against her side to ensure she can stand? Her tail flicks in irritation, and her neck actions will be determined by the actions of those before her.