There was no question in her mind that this was what needed to be done. She did not hesitate in her actions. The girl was remembered, and an instinct strong led the female of flame to hold her tight and groom the dark girl who lay on the ground. She does not understand why the dark girl is here, or why she lay in such a spot. It did not matter to the white woman as her tongue licked the top of her head and ears. The tension she initially feels is ignored, much like a mother who ignores the protests of his children for their own good.

As the dark girl begins to bury her face into the flame woman's fur, she does use her teeth in her grooming to loosen any fur that was being stubborn and to give a proper cleaning. Grief was still playing with her mind. She did not understand what she found, even though she brought death every day to tame the beast inside of her own belly. She did not consume her own blood, but left him where she found him, knowing that life existed in him now more.

Now she was here, finding once more the girl in the caves. She feels the muzzle of the dark girl as she lifts it towards the woman's own. She allows it and she does let her jaws open. She gently grasps the younger girl's muzzle, lowering it a bit and adjusting the angle of the girl's head. Her amber eyes, surrounded by the darkness of black, seem to look over the dark girl's face. She smelled that she was not all well, and her tongue then licked around the top of the girl's muzzle and between her eyes.

She pulls back her head a bit, her grooming ceasing for a moment although her leg goes no where. She continues to hold the girl grown next to her, hearing her whimper which causes her ears to flutter forward. Flare had a face most naturally intense, with markings that only gave her the appearance of a creature who walked through fire and survived with fur intact- albeit a little dirty. Her fur was long, but her form was lithe. She studied the dark girl with her intense eyes, smelling that she was not well and yet her mind could not understand what to do about it.

She returned the whine of the girl as her head tilted slightly. The woman studies the young girl, absorbing the eyes so different than the greens of the shadow that she follows. She felt bonded to the girl, another whine flowing as her jaws open into a wild yawn. She snorts slightly as she lifts her head to look around, alerted to the sounds of movement. After time passes. she determines there is no threat, and she returns to lick her ear before attempting to lay her head down upon back of the neck of Raven- a protective move, to guard the girl until she gathers her strength and wishes to move on...wherever she may wish to go.