There was an unsettling scent within the pack. She had been tending to her pups, but today she ventured out of the den and into the long grasses. When she catches the scent she feels her fur bristle and her mind race back to the grotto. Images of the young girl that is her own and another who wished to steal her life from Flare came rushing back. Her lava pools began to flow with rage as her body begins to fill with tension. This scent was a threat. The female was a threat- and she was near. Her other pups were younger, smaller than even the girl of darkness that was her own. The threat was even greater now. She knew she must follow it and ensure this wolf does not harm.
She moved with great purpose. Her lithe frame did not hesitate as she followed the scent. Each step held great purpose. Her heart was aflame with the need to protect and drive out the enemy- kill her if she needed to. She felt her body ready to fight and drawl blood. The woman of flame pushed grass aside and paid no heed to any other distraction. She was fixated on her purpose, which soon came to light.
Her lava pools fall upon more than just the enemy. The lady shadow that holds herself high is here with her. Her hackles bristle as she comes from behind Tick Tock. She is relieved that the female leader was here, and that she would not need to drive the wolf out alone. Her lava pools flick over to the enemy- to the wolf of white who attacked what was her. As Flare came closer, her teeth dare to reveal themselves from her lips.
She marches in on the right side of Tick Tock, but stop so that her head is about at Tick Tock's rump, although she remains a foot or so away. Her teeth are met with the vibrations of a deep and dark rumble of a growl, and her eyes fixated on the threat. The words the enemy speaks has no meaning. They are but garbled sounds, that she found many used but Flare could never decipher their meaning as of yet. There was food on the ground, and Flare wondered if the enemy stole the kill from the leader. Her mind attempted to decode the situation as she stood, her form positioned in a fighting stance awaiting the command from the leader.
Her eyes would not falter and her form would not grow small. She would stand tall as a pillar for the leader. She will ensure that the threat be taken care of however the leader decided. Flare did not know if the leader realized that the enemy had tried to take from Flare what was hers, that her jaws had taken blood of what was hers. A deeper instinct within the feral woman wanted to rip the neck out of the enemy right now to ensure the safety of what is hers, but such a thing was not to happen without the command of the leader. Thus for now, Flare stood ready, the displeasure on her face apparent as she does a small false-lunge towards the enemy. Yes, she was still at a rather decent distance from the enemy, but it was a show, a telling of Flare's wish to kill and a sign to the enemy to not dare go against the leader's wishes.