Fiammetta could tell without trying that there was something else on the black male's mind besides what he spoke to her about. She knew also that it was a personal issue, and not to do with her, but she grew frustrated at his seeming lack of focus. He had, after all, approached her in order to find out information, not the other way around. Fine, two could play at that game. Fiam yawned, broad and loud, before turning to her paw and licking at it with a fervour that was almost frightening. Over and over she drew her tongue along the pad, the strokes rhythmic and drawn, fully aware of how ingratiating the sound could become if repeated.

Her audacity swelled with time, and Iscariot's words were almost drowned out by the noise of saliva and sharp teeth as they clicked together. However, the substance behind his lyrics was easily snagged by the femme, and she tried and failed to conceal her grin at the names he had given the wolves she hated. Ceasing her licking, she fixed him with her single, flaming orb, weighing him with her gaze. He seemed harmless enough, older than her and yet somehow lacking something. Or perhaps it wasn't his want of something that grabbed her interest, but rather his possession of something she did not own. Yes, that was it. It was desire. The desire to know, the desire to be something more (an attribute she guessed at judging by his stance and mannerisms, though was unsure of). There was but a single thing she desired in the world, and that was to be rid of society's demons.

With a voice more sincere then it had been before as she warmed up to her visitor slightly, she replied, “Scarface. I like that. Yes, I like that very much. Aithne is pack leader of the swamps if I remember correctly. And you, you are her gatherer of information. Well, be sure you tell your leader that the Burnt One was more than generous in her proffering of knowledge. Aside from all those you have mentioned, there are many others. One who preys on females, a smallish male with a black eye-patch and a dorsal stripe, Tobias' son and his family – he's white with a black face and red ruff – including his mate's previous pups, another black male whom I have met personally, goes by the name of Carnifex, and a white female with blue eyes whose name I do not know. Does this satisfy you?”

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