The sound of the female when Flare touches her side does indicate something to the ever wordless female. Her mind rolled over the reasons for it, but it was not uncommon for the shadow to growl at touch as well. It was simply the way of things, but the spread of scent over intruders was needed. Flare ensured that more scent was covered with liquid. It was one of the more potent forms to tell others to stay away or face the fangs.
Flare did not mind when the shadow female came to rub against her side. The mingling of scents was an important one. It was a signal to others- that Flare was not alone. That she was supported by others if another decides to intrude and attack. The rubbing of the shadow female meant acceptance and also meant that scent will be spread with every touch. It was a thing to be accepted.
Their eyes do catch though, and they certainly are different females. The shadow female was cold like ice, dark as if without light. Flare was flame and light, a fiery passion, and such opposites were tied together by the shadow male who had led Flare since her arrival to the lands that held no name to her. Her lava pools only hold the other female's gaze for a moment, attempting to decipher any direction from her facial features, but not wishing to cause any dissonance and thus averted her eyes after a short moment. Her flame-licked eyes noticed her movements, and followed with ease behind the darker fem as they moved to another area of land.
There comes a point when the shadow female stops and marks upon the earth. As she does so, Flare stays alert, her fierce and glowing eyes fixated on the world beyond them. Her ears twitch as she searches for any threats while they are out. It was an adjustment, being in the open fields. Flare was not used to it, as she felt the comfort of having trees and brush close by. Thus, it was only natural for her to be on alert while the other marked.
Once she was finished, Flare took off only a few strides away, lowering her nose and sniffing intently at a specific spot. It smelled strongly of another, one she did not know but it was scent of wolf. She lowered her backside to urinate once more, though less so than before, and did just as the shadow female did as used her paws to spread dirt in the air and spread scent. Flare had to ensure that the flesh that came from her was secure, and her scenting was a warning to the unwelcomed. Still, she wondered if her scent were trigger the female of violet eyes back to her. She knew not, but she did know she would search for one that is hers once she is able to.
Her eye-lined lava pools flicker back to the shadow female for direction. She is the one who leads here, she is the one of dominance. Flare will ensure that the border remains marked heavily. It was a thing she understood well, and a thing that she cannot help but do. It was especially important in a field such a thing one in an attempt to ward off wandering threats. She may not understand the noises that come from other's mouths, but she does understand the importance of scent over all else.