She had claimed another as her own. The young boy of darkened pelt had been with her and her children. She had driven off the shadow's hunger, denied him access to devour the young boy she found. He had followed them around ever since, and she had cared for him just as if he was her own.
The woman of flame could be a fickle thing it seems. Her hormones had claimed some children for mothering and other as easy targets for food. She had been well fed lately, and her desire to consume the youth of the world were quelled for now. It does not mean that she does not still need to consume and eat, to rip flesh and have it become herself. The youth will be eating flesh themselves, although they are still welcome to the milk that fills her belly.
She moves with the young one she found of a dark pelt towards the border. She is determined to ensure the border's scent is solidified, as well as go forth and hunt if she catches the scent of something to eat. She reaches her nose down to nudge the boy, her laval pools falling on him as she observes him, ensures no weakness is within him before she moves out with her elegant long legs.
The grass is tall still as the air becomes a bit cool. It is easy to see far in the plains, and she finds herself constantly scanning the horizon as she approaches the border. She feels a bit...uneasy. She pauses. her form stopping as her ears perk forward, flicking at the slightest sounds around her. It is quiet here. Really quiet, and yet something does not feel right. Perhaps she is not used to being in such open spaces. She breathes in, inhaling the air for any scents that may be carried by the gentle breeze.
She momentarily looks down at the boy, wondering if he followed her lead. He is of this land and his scent is welcome to assist in covering the scents of the previous pack. She reaches down to nip at his ear gently before she lopes forward once more, her paws digging into the hard dirt to spread more of her own scent around, and to sniff out any prey that might catch her attention.