She is not phased by the blackened pelt that enters the water before her. Her eyes of amber red flash towards her, watching carefully as the water rushes against her white and flame frame. She is not so driven away by the cold touch of mother nature. She was a wolf of fire, born hot with fang ready. She decides to continue to stare at the shadow that seems to mimic her for a moment, drawn away from her own reflection to that of darkness.

Naturally she is drawn to the darkness of her pelt and the blood that was washed off. It reminded her of her Master, of the strong and capable male that she did follow often. A natural curiosity was peaking in the lean female, head lifting for a moment as she wanted the shadow leave. She dripped of water just as any other wolf does. She smelled just as any other wolf does, and yet she is not as many other wolves. She smells of wolf blood, of which only Master has smelled like before. Her alabaster head tilts slightly, the thick eyeliner of black around her eyes highlighting the curious glow in her eyes.

Naturally the female was drawn to her,and eventually the cold of the water began to crawl into her skin like a worm. Her tongue reaches down, sipping the liquid into her supple form before she force the water to give way. The one of pure shadow was intriguing, her positioning one tempting as Flare tread water. It was hard to peel her frightening red eyes away from the black pools of the female before her, eyes so dark and deep like endless voids. So similar and yet so different from Master, one of the female scent at that.

Soon enough Flare found herself at the other side of the bank. The water began to recede as her form was completely revealed. She was a creature built for elegant and lithe speed. Yet her fur was wild, disheveled in every which way. Her own coloration was not something of organization. She look as if she was burned in various places, flashes of black and grey appeared at random upon her ivory fur. Then there was the russet, black, and grey cape that covered her back, like that of raging fire in the woods. Coupled with her red eyes darkened with black eyeliner - she was not the most friendly looking beast in Moladion. Yet she is full on this day, touches of blood still upon her pelt but mostly washed away.

This led her to step out of the water onto the dry land shaking her fur out before she allows a wag of her tail. The lady of shadow before her beckoned her, bringing forth a desire ingrained in the very spirit of wolves. Perhaps she was playing off the energy of the other, perhaps it was the similarities of Master that drew her in, but regardless she felt an urge to dash forward. Her white paws gathered debris as she playful bounded towards her. She did not touch the shadow, but she did lift her front legs upwards with a yip before her, before she made a quick movement away from the river, a sprint of sorts that lasted only a moment before she turned again to look upon the shadow, bowing slightly with tail raised in a wag, giving her own playful taunt to her new found shadow.