She felt the press of the leader's shoulder into her own. It was not one of tension, and it brought confusion to the flame-licked fem. Flare knew the woman before her only as a threat- nothing more. Nothing more was to be considered about her. Threat is threat, but the leader did not signal to attack. Instead, she rose and gave her shoulder, causing her red and black hackles to lower only slightly. She was not about to let her guard down or even dare to let her lava pools not burn deep into her perceived threat.
No, she did not understand the leader's lack of tension in her frame, and how she seeks to calm the fury that lingers deep within the coiled muscles of Flare. She simply stands tall and ready, feeling the muzzle of the leader upon her neck. It causes the flamed woman to flicker her ears, her eyes remaining narrowed in suspicion.
Her tail stood tall, moving only slightly in agitation and was certainly not held high enough to threaten the leader, but it was enough. It would show that Flare was to be at the leader's command, and Flare would do as needed. She would use tooth and fang upon the threat if directed, and she would be the light of her shadow. For whatever reason, the leader was sparing the threat, and making the odd noises at each other. Flare could not understand the reason for such noises, and she found herself licking her nose which lips still twitch with signs of wishing to expose fangs.
She sees the gesture of the head towards her, and her fangs could not continue to hide behind black lips. She exposed her ivory knives, a low and deep growl rumbling in her belly at the perceived threat of the simple movement of her head. She was looking the female over, youth still touches her and size was not to her advantage. She felt confident in her ability to take on the threat, just how she took her on -albeit very brief, before in the caves. Flare was a creature hardened, and then groomed by the leadership of Tobias and now the shadowed female.
She breaks away, taking a few steps from the leader to the right, almost circling the threat. She allows her nose to lower to the ground, sniffing and inhaling scent. She analyzes, searching for the scent of the young one that is hers but alas such a scent is not heavy upon her. It was an irritating thing not having what she deemed hers by her side any longer, and if she had smelt her blood upon the threat, the leader would have had to stop her with fangs. But alas, the threat is spared this day- as long as there are no sudden and un-welcomed movements.