I do not show aggression or any other sort of hostile reaction without good cause, after all unlike fire I do not burn away at everything that comes close, instead I have found that those that spark my rage are those who get burned instead. Perhaps I am an anomoly of a sort, something that cannot really be understood, maybe that was the way I was meant to be, I guess only time will tell. I may be the earthly incarnation of the element of fire, but that does not mean that I was sent here by the fates only to destroy everything around me. However those that do manage to invoke my rage will find that it is not pleasant, I do not play with those that anger me I merely destroy until there is nothing left. I am a very vengeful spirit and that will never once change, the lands of Moladion will learn this one day, because I am Moladion's fire queen, and they will know me one day.

Moladion is a intriguing place, with it's tales of Angels and the story of the stars falling, it catches my interest to no end, and already I love these lands so new to me, I love the stories these wolves weave, and the fire queen will make these her lands, yes I will be the protector, because fire can also protect as well as destroy, and the path my paws walk down is to be chosen by my actions, that is what I so firmly believe. In these lands I will find what and who I will love, the feeling of fire burning in my chest tells me this. This place both calls and soothes me in ways I cannot fathom.

I watch almost lazily as she seats herself in the snow that matches her so well, as she seems to be friendly enough I decide to match her position to keep things at ease. I do wonder what it's like to be a woklf of the winter snows, if perhaps she is not a snow queen or something of the sort, and I almost ask before I remember that Moladion holds no such beliefs, perhaps it was up to me to teach?

She speaks and my ears perk attentively, head tilting the slightest in interest, for this girl of snow is certainly well off with words- that gives indications of having a silver tongue. A small uplifting of my lips in a form of amused intrigue is given, because perhaps I can already see where this is going, and perhaps I cannot. "Mikoto. A bit of information may be useful what with all the strange beliefs here. That shouldn't sound too strange. They don't believe in the things that I do, that might cause conflicts if I can't blend in.