The dark girl's reaction was not completely unsuspected. The girl was young and Flare had to mouth in dominance, but nothing more. The dark girl may have pulled back, but it mattered not as the female of white and flame continued to groom at the girl and take in her scent, a scent that didn't seem completely...right, and all her grooming did not take away the odd scent of sickness that lay upon her. The young girl whines, and it only makes her ears flip forward in an attentive motherly manner.

Her eyes are naturally an intense red and molten gold, and she sees such a difference in the eyes of the girl who is before her. Her mind did wonder why eyes may be so different and so beautiful, but no words accompany her thought it in mind. She simply felt it and knew it as the girl yawned and fell asleep under the gentle paw of the female of flame and fire. Her own head rests upon the girl, never really sleeping, more in a state in between sleep and wakefulness.

Her black rimmed fire eyes open with the movement of the girl beneath her. She lifts her head, allowing a yawn to pass as the young girl moves away. It was allowed, and her fiery eyes watched as the girl looked for something, and then brought the woman the antlers that are usually found upon the head of deer. She watches as the antler is brought towards her, and the young girl falling into her front legs.

She watches for a moment, head tilting with her long fur moving in the wind that dare touch her. The mood of the young girl had changed, and Flare's tail began to wag slightly behind her. She drags her font half forward, not caring of the dirt and leaves that may be entangled in her fur as she does so. Her front paw reaches out, her maw opening to grasp the end of the antlers closest to her. She lifts her lithe form, tugging back some and yet surprisingly carefully. She falls into her own mimicking play bow, although she does not go down as far as the female before her. She remembers playing with the two who were of her own flesh, and she did...miss such a thing, finding her flesh dead in the ground. She still remembers the scent, her nares twitching as she knows she must move on...soon, giving another tug with a deep growl gathering in her throat. It was a growl that was playful, and yet her time with Tobias ensured that it was touched with a harshness that she did not particularly intend.