She is not without her curiosity. She is indeed a creature with a mind of her own, a will of her own, but she is simply a creature grown to be so different from others. Her body of white looks of if she was touched with embers and coal. Red glows with ashen blacks and greys as along the back side of her neck along her shoulders, and a patch of the same upon her left hip. The rest of her fur can hardly be considered white, as flashes of the colors appear at random along here whole frame. Flare, was once her name, but it is a name she does not know is her name, but a distance distorted memory and one of the few words that means anything to her.

Her mind is a silent one in words. She does not think the words 'the light grows dark' as her lithe form becomes shrouded in darkness as she steps into the entrance of a cave. It simply happens, and her vision simply adjusts as black pupils enlarge and the amber red of her iris grow thin. She is here for a scent peaked her curiosity. A scent very much stale, but very much her own in a way. It is hers and yet it is not hers- for it came from her womb and ran off in time. He does not have a name, he is simply the wolf that grew from her loins, a dark boy that wheezed at times, much to her annoyance.

She had desired to see him, yet she hardly knew why. It was simply an instinct strong with her, perhaps a motherly instinct. She wanted to know if he was strong or well, or if he was weak. Her nose twitches as she lowers it to the cold rock earth touched with dirt. She snorts, her devil's eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner almost popping out in the dim light that scattered throughout the grotto.

She ventured deeper, her ears ever careful to listen for the slightest, strangest of sounds. Awareness was everything and all things. She was not the bright flame of her shadow on this day, and yet was she ever truly that far from the Demon of Moladion? He enjoyed lingering in the dark, commanded her often and that is simply just the way things were, the way she was raised since being found alone as a pup by a male quite similar to the famed Tobias- although in her mind he remained nameless just as everyone else was.

She felt the scent get strong that she followed, yet only strong enough. He was not here, at least, she did not think so. With a slight whine, she decided to linger- but a touch of fire in a growing blackness of inner earth. Her light colored form found a spot open, plenty of room to move and yet still dark and damp. She huffed and she lowered herself, feeling the coolness upon her. She will stay and linger, until the inevitable scream of her innards arises again, and her teeth desire to rip into flesh once more.