She may watch over the young, but she still expects some sort of independence from them. She encourages, she shows her own level of affection, but just how she is raised, she does not coddle constantly. She may be bonded to the young one of black, but she does not keep her pace too slow, but does explore up ahead to investigate the border.

It appears such an action was an error though. Her nose sifted in the grass, scents mixed in that brought her frustration for they were not accepted or welcomed here. She lifts a lip slightly, until she hears the call of the shadow rumbling in the air. Her head immediately turns, and her flamed features flare as she sees an unknown female near the one she has claimed- near the young and she knows what happens when youth come to the jaws of other hungry wolves...they get consumed. When the demons of hunger try to rip her belly apart, she too feels such an urge towards unbonded children. She is not a dumb woman despite her lack of language. She can put two and two together, and knows only she can ensure the safety of the boy or else this foreign woman may decide to consume him. The shadow is onto her though, but as her long limbs fly through the air, her lava pools observe that the shadow is not out to kill. She can tell when he intends to kill relentlessly, and when he wishes to drive them off.

She finds confusion within herself. She follows the commands of the shadow, and yet her own instinct tells her to protect the youth. She snarls in a threat, coming next to the shadow's side like a candle much more delicately lit in the wind. She can see the physical differences, the size of the female large compared to her own, and Flare does indeed have a sense of knowing when she must be more clever. She lets her lava pools lock onto the female, teeth snapping towards her in threat, tail lifted high as she shows possession over the boy. She attempts to put herself where she would stand over the boy, and yet such an action may not be possible.

There is another male here, and one that gets the attention of the shadow. Flare knew she had to defend the young one on her own, her form puffed in an attempt to look larger than she really is. Her move is defensive- perhaps her display will show the pup is hers and she will not need to dive her teeth into the dark female. Perhaps not. She is careful to react though, prepared to move with haste and skill if the female or even the male attempt to lay fang on her. Her teeth are exposed, her lips wrinkled and curled as she does a false charge towards Stella, testing her resolve. She knows that this dark one was only recently acquired- and she knows she has two others at the den. Ultimately, she knew two needed her more than one, but it does not mean she will attempt to keep the child for herself. Her ears would move, listening to what it is the shadow does and if the shadow commands. He is the one who may override what her instincts tell her- he is the dark master, and although her own thoughts swirl in her mind, she will attempt to obey what she can interpret as his commands. They are subtle, and only learned through years of living beside him. Even then, she has to make assumptions that may or may not be correct.