Fiammetta was quite comfortable on her rocky ledge, far above the enquiring stranger who had so blatantly wandered into her den, disturbing her rest. She regarded him testily, but found herself maintaining a level of benevolence unusual for her. The other had seemed surprised to see her there, and his reaction showed her all she needed to know – he was not a fighter or a threat, simply a little lost lamb. She grinned at the degrading thought, but said nothing, waiting to see how the black boy would reply to her.
His words, when they came, were even, logical and in stark contrast to the emotionally driven backdrop against which she lived her life. This intrigued her, even if she would not say so, and she pricked up her single ear to better catch his final sentence. She needn't have worried though, as the cave fed his lyrics to her over and over, his decibels fading as the meaning soaked in. Ah, so he was familiar. She watched the boy for a few moments longer before her voice dripped from her maw, dangerously quiet, an unspoken warning issued with it, “Passing strangers should watch where they're putting their paws. All the free lands are home to free folk, and pack wolves should start to show a little more respect when straying out of the safety of their borders. No laws to protect them here,” a grin before she continued, “Who is asking, and why? I can tell you have orders from a higher up, or am I wrong? You see, I have much information to give, I'm just careful about who receives it. Wouldn't want another wolf to steal my revenge from me.”
She moved into a sitting position then, hackles up but managing to fend off a growl. She too wished for information from the stranger. If he had come specifically to her to ask for word, then others knew of her. What they knew, though, remained to be seen. Perhaps it was simply her appearance that had helped to spread her fame. That, or the unwarranted attack on Raven. At the thought she turned her head away, hiding the expression of guilt that had transformed her visage. The last thing she wanted to do was to give the charcoal male any upper hand over her, and such powerful data would undoubtedly give him an edge.
Fiammetta - Female - No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 inches, 32 pounds