She was still pained by the birth and yet the hormones had taken over and the pain was already subsiding. She licked and comforted the little pups by her side, their scents forever bonded to her mind just as her first litter, and just had the violet eyed girl in her moment of broken grief. She took in the quiet noises of her new borns, but was alert to the world around her.
She did hear the sounds of the outside world. She was alert, and her spine seemed to harden as she senses another outside of her lair. She finds herself tensing up, quickly lifting her form and leaving her pups in the warm den as she readies herself. She sees the face of a foreign wolf, unaware of the gift left when her stomach inevitably will scream and shout. Instead, he was a threat, a creature unknown and her teeth lash out, a snarl whipping from her throat. She does not chase, does not leave the den, not yet, and only her fangs glimmer in the darkness as the one who dare approaches her den leaves. It was an...unsettling feeling, and she stands at the mouth of the den a moment in a protective stance until she felt safe again, moving her form back to her pups to allow them to snuggle into her belly once more.
It was not much longer when another sound came to her attention. Her red-hued hackles lift again, on edge from the stranger who visited not too long ago. She still had not realized the gift left, her mind too focused on the little ones. She flicks her ears as the other comes closer. The air is thick with electricity as her lava licked eyes focus on the entrance, a deep defensive growl beginning to flow from the flame-hued fem. When the face of a wolf appeared at the front of the den, her growl intensified until the face came into focus and was recognized. She let her growl fade int eh den, turning into a sweet whine. The violet eyed girl may be large but she was pup to Flare, and she was welcome- although perhaps not too close quite yet.
The violet eyed fem nudges food towards her at the mouth of the den, and her head tilts slightly. The scent of the kills filled her nostrils and she felt the gentle complaining on her belly. She crouches, lifting only slightly to move enough forward to take the offered hare in her jaws and bring it back deeper into the den, where she will then begin to rip at flesh and devour the tender meat that was offered to her from the violet eyed girl. She did not growl at any approach the violet eye girl might have, the front of the den a place welcomed for the girl.
They were not to be alone though. There is always a shadow with the flame, never gone too long. The shadow comes and Flare hears his roar. As she consumed the meat before her she then feels a snarl in response, though it is the meat of the badger in front of the den that the darkened male takes. She knows not yet what violet eyes will do, but she comes to encounter the sight of one she most adores as her instinct commands, the sight of one who spawned from her many years ago a sight she was glad to see. She licks the blood off her lips, her tail patting behind her in the earthen den as she whines a greeting to the red-eyed girl. Flare did wish red eyes and violet eyes would join her, the feeling of other females a welcome one, and yet the shadow demands that they leave the mouth of the den. Flare understands his dominance, and understands he demands what he demands. For now, she will simply finish her meal with the two pups at her belly. She does listen though, always aware and...hears the voice of Riven and the words that flow from her mouth. Words do not have meaning, they are odd and strange things. She remember few distinct words from when she was a pup suckling milk herself, but their use and meaning never came about after the death of her mother and her journey to the silent world with the male that kept her alive after the sky rumbled, and even he died and left Flare alone in the world again. It was not until she found the shadow that commanded her that she was not alone anymore, but the shadow did not speak, the shadow did not use words, and no language lasted to the female of flame. It was a curious thing to hear the sounds of red eyes, and she opens her jaws in a yawn, her mind curious, processing what the purpose of the sounds mean, thinking it is something and yet...never having the words to explore the concept further. For now, she would linger with her children, all her children, and be content that the shadow will not allow any danger to peek their heads into her den.