Although the snow in the northern region of Alacritis is typically white, today, it is red. Thick pools of blood stain the snow that surrounds the carmine beauty, and a ravish family of rabbits is spread out before her and her two companions. Boredom has always driven the woman to do weird things to entertain herself. For instance, today she had decided to hunt and murder a small colony of rabbits that lived beneath an old uprooted tree. Now that they were all dead should begin to eat them, not because she was hungry, but because she owed them the respect. She rarely left carcasses out for scavengers, she strongly believes that if she kills something she needs to eat it out of respect. And she certainly would,  with the help of Marco and Apollyon. Slowly the trio takes bites out of the family, ripping the small rabbits to shreds and making a gored mess in the snow. Certainly any stranger would think they were crazy if they stumbled upon the murderous scene, but she could care less about the opinons of lesser individuals.

The lands were growing colder with the coming of winter once again. The creature had kept to the southern parts for the majority of her time here, but now it was time to explore further. Snow crunched beneath her large paws, the abomination stalking quietly, sulking for she felt so out of place in this world. Mist was issued from her breath, the cold air biting her nose, but the feeling was welcomed. In a sense, it helped her numb the feelings she wished to rid herself of. But would that ever happen? Many constantly reminded her for what she was, why couldn't they just let her be in peace? Free to choose who she was. Her identity had been set since birth, yet many wished for her to change that to what would be considered "normal." And yet, despite all the ridicule...she refused. Olive green gaze swept the landscape, the scenery clean, crisp, white. Undisturbed for the most part that is, until she spotted a splash of red on the surface. Drawing in a careful breath, she detected the underlying hint of blood mingling beneath the scent of crisp snow. How curious could she be? How curious should She be? Quietly, she stalked towards the blood stained terra, and the closer he got the more his eyes narrowed. What was this? A femme digging into the carcasses of a rabbit stash? Interesting. "You must be starving to eat all of that." She purred, the woman standing off to the side by a couple yards. "Listen to me talk," 'and know my thoughts.'

Carmine colored ears swivel toward the faint sound of crunching snow, her skull lifting from the feast to follow her ears. Blood drops off her chin and throat as she intensely stares into the snow blanketed forest. A few seconds go by, and a large, black figure steps into view, and her hackles immediately raise along her neck and spine. She isn't sure if this is a friendly wolf, or a scavenger looking to run them off.

'You must be starving to eat all of that' The stranger states in an engaging tone. The stranger made no advancements toward Fiamette, but she kept her defenses in place anyways. Not every wolf in Alacritis was truly sincere. "Not really hungry, just.. Respectful." She says in response to the strangers comment, her tone of voice void of any emotion.  Her right paw hovers over her kill to press possessively into a half eaten skull of a rabbit. She isn't about to share her kills with this woman, unless she her intentions are truly innocent. Marco stands his ground beside Fiamette, while Apollyon slithers toward his master to slide up her right leg and wrap himself loosely around her neck. All three pairs of eyes are locked on the strange female, each of them waiting for her next move.

She watched with amusement as the girl watched her warily. Valentina's smile did not waver, olivine gaze locked on the red femme's form. Valentina had grown up with the notion that red was the color of pure beauty, so to come across a red temptress with blood sliding down her form was almost too much to bear. The abomination was drawn to her, who would've thought she'd be this lucky to find one who embodied the beauty she so admired? The possessive nature of the woman over her kill was admirable, bringing the Spanish woman to chuckle. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your food. I can be a bitch sometimes, but not to someone like you." She winked, dismissing the defensive stances of the girls companions. The wolverine was impressive, as was the snake. Poor dear, it must be cold for it up here. She tsked for a moment, smile curling as she sank to the ground on her belly and crossed her forelegs. "Does the huntress have a name?" "Listen to me talk," 'and know my thoughts.'

The hair along her neck and spine bristled when the woman chuckles. It seemed like she was mocking her naturally possessive nature. "Someone like me? And what does that mean, temptress?" She questions, her right brow shifting slightly. The woman winked after her statement, and sank toward the earth to lay on her belly. Obviously she didn't see Fiamette as a threat. Big mistake. "My name is Fiamette- and you?" She needed a name in exchange for her own, so she knew what to call this strange woman. So far it didn't seem like their encounter was going to end well.

She sniffed as the girl responded. Now that she was paying more attention, the girl was rather tiny wasn't she? Which was probably why she had a wolverine as a body guard. Good move. "Well, I don't know about you. But those coated with red are the epitome of beauty, don't you agree?" Valentina was genuinely curious about the girl, though she would not underestimate the girls little stature. She could be like a snake in the grass for all she knew, but she would get no closer. The three or so yards between them would suffice. She gazed steadily at the red nymph, listening to the name given and asked hers in return. "Fiamette Hm? A strong name. I am Valentina." Her tail flicked in the snow, the substance crunching beneath her. She wasn't inclined to fighting in the snow, it made her fur wet. And she hated when her fur was wet. It also didn't make for very good traction, but who was she to complain. If it happened. It happened. And the girl didn't look too pleased. Still, Valentina kept a pleasant air about her for once. "Are you a wanderer? Or do you live around here?" "Listen to me talk," 'and know my thoughts.'

A compliment? Fiamette was growing slightly confused. Maybe this woman's intentions were truly innocent, and she was over reacting. Her bristled pelt would relax, but her defenses would remain in place. She couldn't be won over with one or two compliments. "I do," She agrees idly and continues. "You don't see very many wolves with red markings."

So, Valentina was her name? It sounded oddly familiar, but she couldn't place her paw on it. Maybe a stranger she met in the past had a similar name? Either way it rang a bell in her head. "Valentina.. It suits you." A short pause. "I am a wanderer. I used to live primarily in the south, but the scenery started to bore me. Exploring is much more fun anyways."

She turns her attention back toward her gored pile of rabbits, and pulls the flesh off one with her teeth. Blood drips down her chin/throat as she spits out the fur and flesh, her right paw pushing the carcass toward the woman. "And you?" She questions while offering her a meal. If she accepted it Fiamette would offer her more. Marco watches the woman warily, a low growl rumbling within his chest. He hated sharing his food, especially with strangers, but if Fiamette wanted it to happen, he had to go along with it.