The day was bleak and bare, and it carried with it the spicy cold of winter's breath. Around Fiammetta the dry, browning grasses crackled in the stiff breeze, and nary a cloud scudded across the sky. It was a day where heaven seemed that little bit further away from earth, and the dust of Asteraia was choking and thick, clogging the eye and nose of the little white wolf until she sneezed violently. Still though, she did not stop moving.

Her long legs ate up the ground as she traveled up and down the scent-line, pacing an area a few meters wide until her leg muscles shook with fatigue. Even then, the little female did not cease her motion. She could not keep still, could not for a moment halt and take in her failure and the terrible irony of her reality. Her wounds smarted, and she stank of the blood still caked in her fur, but no scratch burned like the realization that she had lost to Tobias. Now he ruled her, lorded over her, and she was held fast to him by the proverbial chains of law and teeth, unable to escape his clutches. She could scent him looming just over the next rise, constantly watching, waiting to catch her at escaping where he would proceed to rip her apart.

Funnily enough though, it was not this knowledge that kept her in the grasslands. No, it was knowing that she was immersed inside the world of her enemies, in fact she was welcomed into it, and with that concept came the reality of the power she suddenly wielded. She alone had the ability to destroy The Monster's carefully sculptured world, ripping it apart from the inside. A few choice words would be all it would take to send her careening from her throne, pushed off by the very subjects she claimed were her own. The thought excited Fiam, and helped numb the shock that the pair of killers she was hell bent on vanquishing now had a following.

With thoughts of blood and betrayal ringing in her ear, she continued to traverse the pack boundary, circling tightly at each end before racing in the opposite direction. The repetitive movements helped dull her anger from an agonizing knife-point to a dull thud. It was something she would have to learn to control, if she wanted to go about the destruction of her foes the right away. Tobias had proved that brawn alone could not triumph, and so it would have to be brains that gained her the upper hand. Thankfully, the scarred fatale had plenty of those, and used them well enough when her vision wasn't clouded by rage.

If the nameless imprint of the king of darkness only knew what she had enabled, what she had invited into her fold, she would have shivered with fear and Fiam? Well, Fiam was baying for her blood.

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