I am the hand of God. I am the dark messiah. I am the vengeful one.
Her attempt to try and throw the dead fox back to Flare was pathetic. The dead creature barely made it close to the she-wolf of Red and White. A soft whimper is given as her dial lowers for a moment, her body speaking to the older wolf an apology of sorts. One day she would be bigger and capable of lifting the dead fox and tossing it towards her, but for now Nevermore was not able to. Dark ears twitched back and forth in interest when she hears the grow-bark response. Happily she provides the woman a growl-bark of her own, lowering her upper frame to the ground as she gives her a play-bow. Sickly emerald eyes observe how the other takes the back of the fox’s neck and clamps hard on it, watching as the fox is shaken back and forth violently. Lifting herself up from the play bow she released another playful yip as the woman approaches and places the fox on the ground.
It is the feeling of the woman’s pearly whites starting to nip at her ear that causes the dark girl to look upwards. Unsure with what Flare wants she wags her tail and playfully gets up on her hind paws, one dark paw resting on Flare’s leg as the other playfully bats at the woman’s muzzle, each time she comes to nip her ears. To the young pup she believes this is all just a sort of game and not a lesson. With a friendly growl she returns her body back to the ground and suddenly runs past the woman, turning around within the cave. Wiggling her but and lowering herself to the ground she quickly lifted herself upwards, front paws out stretched and landing on Flare’s butt, her teeth catching her tail and giving it a playful tug. She manages to wiggle her body off the older she-wolf, and gently tugs in a playful way forgetting about the dead fox entirely.