Bloody Rain

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.