The darkness was all consuming.

It hugged Fiam to its bosom like an old friend, caressing her bodice and lulling her into a sleep as luxurious as velvet, inescapable and intricate, a spider's silken web of dreams and fancies. She made a rather unimposing figure in sleep, curled up tightly, her face a picture of naivety and innocence. She was only just grown, although her youthful curves and svelte pate did give others a cause for admiration should their eyes linger upon her, but these things she did not notice. How strange was it then, that a wolf so sparse in years and experience had survived where others had not? She had not even paused to ponder the subject, so unimportant was it to her. She was strong, so she had lived. If any had bothered to ask, that was the answer she would have given. It wasn't surprising though that none did query, for news of her barbed tongue and fiery temper had seemed to spread, and most chose to avoid her where possible. It was never clear what might displease her next, and she was quick to snap. Still, in her short time since coming to Moladion she had rescued a litter of pups from the jaws of a bloodthirsty vampiress, and faced down the most feared monster in all the lands. It was clear that she was never fated to fit in.

Jaylah would have been proud of the little white femme who fought so valiantly, a true reincarnation of her fire and spirit. Perhaps she even would have explained to her why Tobias craved her blood so badly, and yet would not spill a drop of it. Perhaps. But, as it was, the youngster was blissfully unaware and slept on through the night and into the morning, tired from her forays the previous afternoon. Only the harsh and unwelcome scent of another, mingled with the severity of a word she did not understand drew her to wakefulness. For a moment she blinked her eyes blearily, letting them adjust to the morning light that filtered into her den, before every ounce of sleep left her system and she was wide awake, staring up at a shadowy silhouette that blocked the mouth of her den. Annoyed (and mildly surprised) at being so rudely roused, she let out a growl that rocked the bowels of the earth. When the sound did not sway the stranger, she rose and shook herself free of sodden earth before pushing past him into the watery light of dawn. The air was chilly but welcoming, and she inhaled it hungrily, letting the sweet scents of new blossoms fill her. She turned to her assailant, ensuring that her huge yawn gaped wide enough to show every sharp tooth in her mouth. He was larger than her by quite a fair amount, his violet eyes focused on her own mismatched orbs of fiery red and turquoise. She struck an almost comical picture, such a small wolf poised to fight, her fur fluffed out and her eyes narrowed as though she was a snake disturbed from its slumber. It would have been clear however that, even in her voracious greeting to the other, she had courage and spirit unmatched by any in Moladion. Unperturbed he continued to glare at her, and the silent forest still rang with his summons.

"I don't understand you. What is it you want of me at this ungodly hour?” She snarled the words, flashing fang at him and posturing aggressively, her tail straight up in the air in a hopeless show of dominance. It would have been clear to Eden that she had not the strength to back up her claims and yet, what was perhaps the oddest thing, she truly believed that she did. She was not making empty threats, but there was a burning sincerity in her lyricals that made even Tobias stop and think. Her brown marking obscured the emotions in her fiery, red and orange eye, but her blue orb blazed with righteous anger.

The trees seemed to chuckle at one another as a breeze made their branches clack. There was no way on this side of hell, that Eden was going to get Fiammetta to Taviora without any trouble.

Fiammetta - female – No Home – No Family – 4YO – 22 inches, 32 pounds