She moves on her white limbs on the edge of the territory. She always found time to skim the perimeter. She was urged to protect, urged to scrub out any scent that did not belong. She was driven by the need more strongly with the perceived extra vulnerability from the lack of trees or brush in the grassland. It meant that the thread of punishment for coming into the territory should be evident to scare away those who do not belong. There were young here, and she would not allow the young to come into harm's way.
As her form brushed with red, grey, and black upon soft white lopes through the grass, nose stuck to the ground, she hears the call of someone that is not of pack. She stands erect, tail high and rigid in response. Her lava pools look towards where the sound originates. She narrows them, focusing in one what seems to be a white figure. Her hackles bristle, but the other had announced themselves, made themselves obvious, and with that she charged into a slow run.
As she runs towards the white source, the other runs in the opposite direction. She continues forward, confused and unsure. She knew she must guard the border and cleanse any scent left behind regardless. She did not know why the other would call just to run, and her mind could not question beyond that. Her pace slows to a jog, the grass tall, and her paws almost trampling upon the pup left behind. She stumbles slightly and adjusts to the right of the pup. Her flame-licked eyes surrounded by black look down upon the small one. True, she was not kind looking by nature. She was lithe, thick in fur, and a natural beauty, but she was rough around the edges. The coloration of her fur made her look singed and burnt, and the black around her eyes made her lava pools more intense.
Yet, she only snorted at the young thing. Her head lifts to no longer see the other that had come. She sneezes as she looks down upon the young one again. She lowers her nose to sniff at the pup, gauging the reaction of the young one. Behind her, her tail began to wag slowly. She knew not why the young one was here, but she would take no issue with bringing the young one to her own young ones. She dare lean in, tongue reaching out to lick the forehead of the pup- if allowed, as young ones were not to be left alone. If the young one was not marked with the scent of herself, then the shadow would certainly come and consume her...but Flare would not have it. She will mark the girl with her scent before the dark one came, and what is hers is always to be protected.