NOBODY'S FOOL

It has been a few hours since she has last seen her ivory paramour, the ruthless tyrant having stepped out to patrol the territory ( at least fia assumed that was what she was doing) while Fiamette had been taking a cat nap. She is surprised to wake up to an empty cavern, her volcanic orbs opening and scanning every inch of their den in search of Artemis, but there are no signs of her. Where had the woman gone? Fia was determined to find out. Ebony appendages unfold beneath her as she stands up, her nostrils flaring as the scent of decay and rotting flesh fill her lungs. The smell was.. homey. A smirk graces her features as she slips out of the den, and immediately another scent infiltrates her senses- the smell of fresh blood. Her defenses would raises as thoughts of her lover being hurt pours into her brain, and she aims to take off toward the smell and follow the trail until it leads her to the crime scene. 

A few minutes of time pass before a bloody scene unfolds before the carmine nymph's eyes. She stops in her tracks as a large and dark figure slips into her view, and she exhales a sigh of relief. Good, it's not Artemis... But it smells like she was just here. Cautiously the woman takes a few slow and steady steps toward the limp body, the smell of blood and death filling the air around her. Once she stands inches away from the body she cranes her neck downward and takes a hefty sniff toward it. She does not recognize this wolf, but whoever killed him must have had a good reason to do so. His body is mutilated. Fiamette then turns away from the body, her skull tilting backwards as she sends out a summon for her ivory paramour- Artemis. Surly Art will be able to shine some light on this situation, after all, the dark angel knew of everything that happens in her forest.