Fiam's growl rattled the cave and her scarred visage won her the grimace she desired but, unfortunately, the dark male didn't seem to be swayed by her show of dominance. No fear did he display, and instead he offered a short sentence, wilful and annoyed. She shut her lipless jaws and flicked her ear to better catch his tone, finding that his lack of weakness both surprised and pleased her. It seemed that, of late, she was bumping into more and more young wolves who possessed a will to survive almost as strong as hers and she found solace in the fact that the cannibals would struggle to feed themselves on Moladion's newest generation.

While she was lost in her comical musings, the cave around the pair seemed to press in, reminding Fiammetta of the close proximity she shared with the stranger. Sighing loudly, she turned from him and leapt back upon her ledge, sprawling her body across the rocks in such a way that her entire damaged side was hidden, and she appeared to be only a pretty but unremarkable young female bridging on her sixth year. Water dripped from the cave roof onto her paw and she shook it absently before shifting so that her body hung on the edge of her perch, paws and head drooping over the side. From where she lay, she had a good view of the other wolf and felt safe enough to speak, knowing he could not easily reach her from where he stood. One could never be too careful in the grotto, many a monster had the white wolf seen plaguing the darkness.

Finally allowing the words that had earlier been uttered to sink in, she was surprised to detect a hint of recognition in the voice, as though the male knew her. She supposed that she too recognized his scent, although it was vague in memory and unattached to any emotions that might indicate his intentions. Still maintaining the indulgence she had been feeling for awhile, she decided to reply to the interloper, “You speak to me as though I owe you words, yet you waltz into my den uninvited? Of course that would warrant a seemingly harsh reaction on my part.” and then, with an ironic grin that looked truly terrible on her ravaged face, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”



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