fiammetta
by fire be purged
The nameless ghost of the fields was truly the last wolf she had expected to see on such a magnificent day, and so it had been some time before the other's scent pierced her consciousness. For the moment, she enjoyed the sweet life-juices of the rock rabbit, blood dripping from her whiskers and coating both her lips and her bare skin as she enjoyed its essence. The sweltering sun was growing in strength, and its rays were beginning to be oppressive rather than soothing to the female, especially since her exposed right flank was no longer shielded. She supposed it was time to return to the cool depths of her den, and stood up with a sigh of contentment, bloody corpse swinging heavily between her teeth.
It was at this moment that the black female chose to make her presence known, and Fiammetta whipped around on her perch to face the stranger, not letting her surprise show on her features as a growl swelled at the back of her throat, bubbling up around her prize and escaping into the summer air. When she realized who accosted her, however, her muscles relaxed slightly and she placed her kill at her paws, but her ear remained slicked to her skull, her single eye narrowed and her lips tight with the tension in her muscles. She was not afraid of Tobias' imprint, and had learned that her appearance did not necessarily warrant a full-blown attack, and so she remained statuesque, waiting to find out why the other watched her, tail curled neatly over her paws in a cat-like manner as she sat at a comfortable distance.
Her guest spoke then, and her words were cold. Fiammetta did not see the concern in her eyes, and shook herself with annoyance, head cocked and tongue lolling from her mouth in a pant as the warmth of the rock began to blister beneath her paws. With a sigh, she leaped from her ridge and came to rest on the relatively sheltered patch of sand at its base, enjoying the comparative shadows, “I fought Eden, although I don't know what business it is of yours?” She posed it as a question, but it was in fact a tense statement. What interest did the queen have in her goings on now that she no longer resided in Asteraia? It wasn't even the black wolf who had brought her there in the first place, but Tobias. A thought occurred to her then, and she spoke, voice level even as her eye glinted with interest,“Information for information. How is Singe?” A ghost of a smile lit up her face at the thought of the comical and innocent young boy, but it did not linger for very long, and was soon replaced with a frown as she continued to watch the dark woman, waiting for an explanation.
No Home - No Family - 6YO - 22 in, 32 lbs