WHEN THE STARS ALIGN

It does not take long for the beautiful woman to turn her attention on the carmine beauty, and as she stops a comfortable distance away, Fiamette can't help but keep here eyes locked on her pelt. She has never seen a pattern like this before in Alacritis, which immediately indicates that this woman was not from around here. Maybe she had come here looking for a new start, or maybe she had been running from something. Surly she would find out soon if she asked the right questions. "Hello, gorgeous." She offers lightly, and before she can stop herself, her limbs begin to carry her toward the stranger. Something inside her ins't truly convinced that this wolf is real, and if she could get close enough to touch the stranger, she could confirm if this was a trick or reality. She aims to stop and stand only inches away from the woman, her neck extending forward as she sniffs heavily in her direction. She smells real... but that didn't mean anything. "Excuse my curiosity... But I am having a hard time believing that you are real." She admits, her lips quirking into the beginning stages of a devilish smirk. Usually her expressions were impassive and detached, but there was something about this girl she could not resist. Especially while she was in heat.