Flames of hazzard, *open*

[Dina]

She watched Flare, she wasn't that hungry but she could tell that flare was. She smiled as she spoke, about being hungry. It was kind of ironic. "Yeah, it is strange" When Flare mentioned blood, as Dina had thought, she wanted to mention the cut on Flares leg. But thought it best not to. "But I thought he was stupid anyway, all creatures know that wolves are at the top" She smiled, "I'm a bit hungry to, do you want to try and find something to eat?" She was only slightly hungry, but better do hunt with another. She would have more of a chance of getting a meal quicker.

[Flare]

Flare nodded, "Yeah, that might be a good idea. I think it's getting to be around the right time to hunt now. There seems to be ample enough food roaming about"

She gave a growl of a chuckle, moving forwards with a swiftness despite her age and the wound in her leg. Flare could brush off both pain and hinderance without a second thought, as her mind was always active and alert that she barely had time to think of such unimportant matters. Maybe it was that fire resided still dormant in her blood, and that fire gave birth to passion and unrelenting fevour. Flare would never know. As a small wolf she remembered being exactly the same as she was today, full of life and headstrong. Perhaps a bit cruel also. Turning back to Dina she suddenly felt in a playful mood.

"Well, I can smell food not far off. Lets go...see if you can catch me up"

With that Flare took off into the woods with amazing agility and speed, again for her age. Her paws lightly hit the ground, but made only the slightest of contact, and the wind howled and crashed in her ears and ruffled her fur....