Her nose took in the air of the chilled winter night. The sky was of darkness littered with pins of light, things that the female of fire and ice observed but did not think much on. Her mind held not construction of language verbal. She held no thoughts with structure in that of words, and thus her processes varied vastly from the wolves who spoke in tongues. The sky was just that - a sky which changed all the time. Constantly it was changing, never was it the same. It was simply a sign of passing time, a sign of her being alive in a world not frozen or standing still. Since finding the male of black, she had follow him to where he might decide to go. She was a female raised by silent, commanding men. It was only natural to follow one such as the Black Prince, and to take on parts of his persona.
Yes, over the years she absorbed parts of the leaders she follows. If only she had been following a wolf kind, a wolf who talked and shared the world in a much different manner. But that was not the case. Flare happened upon Tobias, a wolf with no name in her mind, and indeed Flare hardly knew her own name, the word Flare being the only word she knew, but the meaning behind it was almost consumed in the flames it implied itself. She was simply the wolf of blood and rot, obeying the dominant one that is the true Demon of Moladion.
Hunger was one of the strongest driving forces in life. She had to kill, just as he had to kill. They both had to consume, just as all wolves had to consume. Her previous master had eaten the flesh of wolves weak, and the black boy had done the same. It seemed only natural at this point, and logical for a hungry mind. Eat what you can eat. It made no sense otherwise.
That is where the scent of another comes in on this moonless night. In the snow, Flare catches the scent of paws shedding scents of flesh. Scents of being unwell, of paws raw. Her nose was pushed into the snow, her naturally vicious looking face wrinkling as she licks her nose, taking in the scent and truly being driven to follow it. He was nearby, the shadow, and he was likely hungry. He would kill just as she would, and he would command to eat first, but with the scent of the raw paws, there would be more than enough for the two of them. Flashing red eyes curl around to the darkest of shadows, neck cracking as she lifts to seek him. Her shoulders roll back, bloodied with ash in the delicate starlight.
She does not need his approval to go forward in the hunt, but she does know to heed if he so desires it. Her white paws reach out, stretching long as she hits the snow towards raw paws. It is truly a night dark, with only the light of stars echoing far to light their path. The snow did reflect the light that was present, the delicate shine having a glow of luminescence upon her huntress form. Red could be seen flowing from her eyes rimmed in black as she follow the trail, soon hearing the sounds of whimpers pour into her ears. She pauses, hackles raising as her stomach screams and rumbles. She licks her lips, knowing the black beast is near and hearing the same sounds of invitation .
She pushes forward like a wicked wraith, a true ghostly killer that must satisfy her instinctual drives. She is upon him, raw paws, and she knows that her dark male will do as he will. It is Flare who exposes herself from the slightest of shadows, her lowered head in an aggressive hunting stance directing face to face towards raw paws. The lady of fire and ice was showing herself and the slightly glimmer of her exposed white fangs. She steps slowly towards him, one deviant paw at a time with a growl surfacing from her throat. She is the distraction, the one of color who catches the eyes as opposed to the darkness of Tobias. She snaps towards raw paws, still many feet away, but testing his will, holding his attention as she steps slowly closer. Will he run into the jaws of death itself? Or be consumed by the fangs of fire?