She goes where shadows go. She is lead by his darkened body into a place new. Flare was not exactly comfortable roaming into these lands with her children. Her young ones follow, the smallest of the smalls, but the older female does not. She knows she will have to venture back to her, once the shadow's hold on her fades with sleep. For now though, she had came to the fields, and fields were not always a good thing. Fields meant exposure. It meant being a bit more vulnerable, but this is where he leads to. She had followed, found a place of relative comfort before she went out to take in the scents of those who linger- or lingered here.

There were many scents, and there was once many here. She knew not what happened, knew not of a battle and knew not of the politics. She only knew that the scents here were strong- but not too strong. Her nose is to the ground, sniffing and inhaling, observing with her lava pools where the shadow had brought her- with the other female shadow.

She did not feel a threat to the shadow female. The shadow leads and the shadow female leads as well. Both are of strong forms and minds, and both hold an aura of dominance which Flare's instincts respects. This pack was not of the old smells, the smells that drive her to wrinkle her nose. There was a way in that she saw them hold themselves, the two shadows, that Flare knew these scents need to be covered. The fierce fem kept her head low as she continued to sniff and inhale and gather. As the female shadow approaches, she shoves her body in the grass next to a marked rock. She rubs herself against it, rubbing out the previous scent and covering it with her own. She is on her back, her red hairs in the grass once the female shadow is close enough to sniff her. She does one more good rub before turning herself over, grass mingling in her hairs as lava pools divert.

There is so much scent to cover and she does not understand why the shadow female does not cover it with her own scent. Her red eyes flicker back to the female shadow, her own nose reaching forward to sniff her with ears pointing back ever so slightly. She smells of the dark master, of leader. She gets close, nose to nose, before she brushes the shoulder of the dark female, enough to gather a touch of her scent upon Flare's pelt. She takes only a step or two away from the female shadow, before flopping onto the ground and rubbing the spot vigorously. There is foreign scent here and she was driven to cover it up. She snorts as she rolls back over onto her belly, her nose sniffing and a touch of what seems to be frustration crosses her muzzle and black-rimmed eyes. The scents here are strong. She lifts up her front side, and urinates upon the scent on the ground. She does not lift her leg in dominance, as often males and females do, but she does cover the scent with something more potent. Her eyes flicker back to the shadow female expectantly as she finishes, awaiting her leadership in covering this land that the leader deems as his- never knowing that it is truly the female who rules, but knowing that she is still leader in aura.