Fiam found herself back in the grotto once more, traipsing paths that had become as familiar to her as her own scent, her paws scuffing at the dirt. She made no attempt to move quietly, for she felt as at home in her old haunt as a shadow, and a part of the landscape has no need for subtlety. Her slick, alabaster fur grew drab with a light powdering of granite, and the slabs of great, cold stone watched her stoically as she passed them by. Above her the sky was a fabulous blue, and the crisp scent of fall clung to her, so that she was but an icy breath.

A noise to her right made her start, and she lifted her hideously damaged pate to listen, lone ear twitching to better funnel the sound. Curiosity sparked in her breast and she indulged herself for a change, feeling unusually light-hearted and jovial. Her general bad mood and introversion seemed to have dissolved into the beauty of the afternoon, and she revelled in the freedom their absence awakened within. Like a pup she sprang forwards and fell into an easy lope, pulling up only when the intermingled lyrics of many wolves reached her.

With a cocked head she crouched down, blending into her surroundings easily, invisible in the shadows as she watched. A throng of strangers gathered around a strange male. She fixed her single, fiery eye on him, surprised to see that he too only wore half a face. She had not encountered many others who had been blessed as she, although his was clearly not acquired through a Burning. She crawled forward slightly on her belly, hiding her fearsome appearance with the darkness but ever watchful, seeing all without being seen.


Fiammetta - Female - No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 inches, 32 pounds