She was not a female ignorant of her surroundings. She was a beast that survived off of being aware of the changes in sound around her, to the slightest bit of movement. Her eyes of blistering red were keen on such subtle movements that indicated something alive. If she was not, she would not survive as a loner. When Vera came to protect the younger boy, her eyes caught her movement and her ears caught her sound, and Flare was quick to adjust her trajectory and not aim for the boy's leg at all. The fang of Vera was met only along the side of the her head, grazing the the side of her cheek right below the ear. It was not enough to cause even a scrape, but it was enough to ward the female away. The female of dirty white knew when to hold off aggression and when to instead protect her own life. She did as the master asked, she attempted her attack but she was not to continue on blindly. Ultimately, survival was the key to everything, and this meal was no longer an easy one.

She moves away from Naberius and Vera, hearing the cry of another most fierce coming towards her. Speed was her ultimate friend, and something she is most developed for. She weighs lighter than any wolf here, her adult form more readily made for quick twitch movements than the younger boys. Flare had heard the sounds of the master behind her as well, knowing his voice like it is ingrained in her very soul. She knew only to continue moving forward and away, the situation no longer conducive to filling her screaming belly. As she pushed away from the deep voice of Vera, keeping her distance, knowing another was coming her way. Her fangs still flashed in displeasure, though she found a sort of comfort in Vera's dominant and confident stance. Vera had positioned herself in a manner of protection for the boy, no longer engaging her, a sign of possession. Flare is not as Tobias, she is not a mind broken. She is simply a mind warped by the passage of time, a mind that follows the right type of commands and right type of dominance. Vera, has shown this much, and shown she possess Naberius as her own.

As Flare moved to the side away from the group, her lithe and quick body like a dancer of dark intent moving with complete ferocity and grace all the same. The female they first encountered, who threatened to take her master, was all but forgotten in Flare's mind, for Lillith's fangs were coming upon her. Flare was ready to continue her sprint away from the grounp, or ready to meet fang with fang if needed, but it is none other than the master himself that meets with Lillith. Flare lets out a frightening snarl, watching as their faces either clash or are avoided.

As she begins to dash away from the wolves of Iromar, the master demands only what her own instinct tells her - to leave. She feels his side against her own, the melding of fire and shadow as he himself takes on the lead Demon, though such things as Demons are nothing to her, a concept lost in the world of language and culture of which she is unaware. His command is executed, already in progress as her long refined legs. She takes strides that are awe-inspiring, her build almost perfect for covering ground in quick bursts. Certainly she would be faster than the master, heeding his demands as he snaps towards her. She is the flame that marks the way for the black charcoal behind her. She will not be caught on this day - and she will likely never wish to step foot in the swamps of Iromar ever again.