The younger pup does not stir any anger or irritation to the flame-touched alabaster female. As she eats, the young one holds low and does not threaten. Her eyes are careful to continue to watch the young girl, like prying red jewels that never lose their blinding shine. She was not starved on this day, but filling her belly a little more only continued to satisfy her. It was easy too, she was simply offered the food. If only life were always this easy, and she never had to feeling the screams of hunger toil within her being.

After her fill, she did wish to share to the one who fed her. It is a simple sign, one that she shared with the black shadow that she soon followed often. It was to show she was not a threat to now, and to ensure the other would not become a threat with her own hunger as well. The woman with eyes lined in black watches as the younger wolf is careful to rip at the flesh. Flare continues to lay upon her belly, carefully watching the girl as her tail begins to wag. This does cause the white tail of the female to give way to a small wag as well.

The meal is nudged back in her direction, but that is not her concern any longer. She came her because the scent of the one who came from her lingered here. She came with a strong motherly instinct, waiting for what is her to appear. But he did not appear. Life was a strange thing, with others coming in and out of life constantly. The past was not here, it was never here, and the future was never a certain thing. All she knew was that he was not here, none of the hes of her life were here, it was simply the younger girl. Her tail wags further, her ears perking as she lifts her muzzle. She makes a grunt-whine type of noise, her jaws opening with a quick lick at her lips. She tilts her head slightly, and her front paws pulled her in close to the younger female. She pulls hey belly along the rock until she is right close to Raven, her nose sticking out to sniff her.

She whines again, her left front paw reaching out to gently land upon the girl's head by her ears. Her muzzle, touched with the scent of blood and meat, reaches down, her teeth exposing as her tongue reveals from her mouth. With a low grumble, she goes forth, her tongue seeking to lick the muzzle of the girl, around her lips where any remaining morsels and blood may linger. She seeks to cleanse her, to ensure the scent of blood does not attract unwanted visitors to her. It will just be a simple lick or two, before she pulls back, her eyes looking down upon the younger girl with a gentleness- although hardly visible with the natural hardness of otherwise exquisitely beautiful frame.