The world rumbles and trembles with the vicious snarl of the womanly beast. She was driven by determination, by the desire to save what she considers hers from the jaws of death. Sure, she is driven to hunt and kill to feed the screaming monster within her belly, and she is not afraid to consume wolf or otherwise in order to rid herself of such a curse. Yet she does not consume or eat what is considered hers, what triggers something else, something different inside that wordless mind. She may not know language, but she still has thought and feeling. Today, she had the rage of loss and need to protect driving her very being straight into the white female who brings the blood of the violet eyes.

She felt the clash of flesh against flesh, feeling the power of her own frame against the other. She felt the other get flung away, her teeth exposing ready to rip and shred at flesh, yet her own body had pushed the other female too far for her own jaws to get a taste of blood. Her red eyes dotted with gold seemed to dance like lava as her reddened hackles were raised, feeling the thrill of the chase as the white fem took to running. Flare gives it a few strides with her black lips pulled back, snapping wildly at the female's back end until she felt she was far enough away from the darkened one that was her.

Her lava pools watch in fury as the other runs, her own form standing tall, shoulders rolled forward with her white-hot tail held like a raised banner to the sky. Her tongue slips out to lick her nose, her snarl continuing as her chest rumbles. When the attacker paused to look back, Flare made a false charge towards her, paws jumping forward a stride with a bark-growl screaming from her throat- a threat to leave or suffer death. She could feel each thick breath as the attacker then fled for good. She continued to stand, her body becoming less on edge as the moments go by, her ears starting to flicker and her hackles falling. She stood tall, ensuring that no other was here to harm. She snorted, hearing the whine of the girl behind her. She yawn-whines, turning her form around to look upon that which is her own. She takes a few strides with her long elegant frame, feeling the slight edge of pain from her pummeling upon the attacker. She lowers her muzzle to look upon the wound, her tongue reaching out to lick it a few times, tasting that of her blood but know that this is her own, and no desire to eat due to her motherly instinct. She was with pup, but that did not mean her hormones were not controlling her. She whines slightly as she lifts her head again, assessing for any threats before her form falls to the cold earth. She lays next to the girl, bringing her warmth as she allows the girl's bloodied form to mingle with her own- which did not look so odd against her russet and black flashed form. She would lay next to her, grooming her when need be, until the girl had to energy to come back to her den.