The scent becomes strong, and the female knows that he is near and he is close. It only stirs her hackles to raise more, a fury in her eyes as she knew the one whose scent was on her son was near. She sniffed like a huntress, her body lithe and built for speed and agility ready to move. She feels the urge to follow the scent, knowing she had two black shadows at her side. The male shadow was one most strong and capable, and although the other was a mystery, she did seem to fall for the command of the male shadow for now.

She hears a noise and she pauses, white ears flickering at the sound. Her bright reds flash in the direction of Dexter, staring as the scent fills her nares. He then dashes out, and she instinctively follows, knowing that he was the one she was after. A snarl ripples from her lips, her tail lashing and she knew the shadow would follow and attack any who dare approach, for it is his way to do as such. She is a woman built almost purely for speed, with enough muscle to give her burst when needed. The voice of the male who killed her son meant nothing, the words void of any meaning as she dashes forward. She is a sight to see, a ghostly wraith touched with fire on this night. Her speed is something that others would awe at, and she was not anything to be brushed off.

Even though her sights are dead set on Dexter, another male had come and he was ignored by the female of flame as she sped towards Dexter like lightning. He was not close to her anyway. There is another, one light on her feet just as Flare, that attempts to come towards her with speed. Flare does take her into account, using her muscles to burst her speed, as well as her lighter and smaller form to avoid the girl all together. It might not be a lasting solution, but it was battle of speed versus speed, and Flare held much experience which gave her a slight edge. She was able to avoid the attack of the golden girl, who then pivots on her paws and moves away. Flare knew the shadow would not allow any additional harm, and so far it seemed to be three on three, and they had hunted together for many years now. Flare had her target and her speed, and the shadow would take care of whatever got in her way. There was still risk from the golden girl, but Flare held her sights on Dexter- her target, and her eyes burn only for him. From an outside perspective, it may seem odd to attack him instead of the golden girl, who likely would not stand as well in a fight of brute force. The logic of typical hunt and attack was not there, for this was an attack of vengeance, an attack to bring to death those who brought her own to death, driven by instinct and the sorrow of a mother.

She goes straight for Dexter without any hesitation, her jaw opening as she gets into range of the taunting beast, her eyes narrowing in what seemed to be a confirmation of words she does not understand, a rage filled growl echoing through the woods. She would attempt to snap at his back hind leg, where the tibia and fibula meet, hoping to snag and rip, to render the leg useless. She would continue her barrage of bites on the leg, moving in and out, and if he runs, she will give chase, as he is the only one she cares to taste the blood of, a fact which is only confirmed with his scent being the only thing to fill her nostrils.