Fiammetta was not the type of wolf to rattle off the merits of sharing unique insights and experiences with strangers, but she couldn't deny that both the creatures had gleaned something important from their meeting in the caverns. Fiam had learnt that there were others, like the hated black witch and her imprint, who fed on the residents of Moladion without discretion or regret, and the obsidian male had discovered the same. However, Fiam's mind lingered on one fact in particular. It seemed that, despite her self-proclaimed singular mission, there were other wolves whose interest lay with the killers that haunted the landscape. Aithne, alphess of Iromar, may just have been looking out for those who followed her, but she too wanted to know. Fiammetta wondered then whether she had found an ally in the unlikeliest of places.

As she shook herself back into reality, she heard the dark boy's chuckle and his following words, to which she gave a grin of her own, “Unless there is anything more you need, I should very much like to be left to my nap.” A hint of seriousness crept into her voice, which should have been a stronger-than-subtle clue regarding her emotions on the topic of socialization. Riot's presence in her resting place was no longer desired unless he had something more to offer, which the female doubted he did.

Inexplicably, the need to feel warm sunshine on her back and escape the heady scent of male engulfed her. Just as all the others, Fiam's hormones too were beginning to alter with the onset of winter, and she both desired and detested the masculine cologne. With a stifled growl of frustration, she flicked her tail and leaped off her ledge, brushing past the stranger with pelt all a-prickle. Before she emerged from the entrance of her lair and out into the meek fall light, she turned her head and left the male with a few parting words, “Aithne can expect a visit from me within the fortnight.” And with that she was gone, whisking into the daylight like a dancer, her ravaged body forgotten in the simple joy of being alive.


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