From the moment of their dismissal she began to hope for a task that would be worthy of her, a spar, a maiming, patrolling for intruders and recruiting them as slaves to her holy queen. She followed the path lain out before her without hesitation or regret, shame be to the wolf who crossed her path and did not proudly brandish the name of Apollyon. She stood beside the wrathful rapids of the river, heat rising to her chest as a long bellow broke from her jaws. It was in the God's hands now, she could only hope that the task presented before her was worthy of her talents and skills. As the call ended, fear rose from the pads of her paws to the tip of her ears as the thought that she might be saddled with a minuscule task like pup sitting entered her mind. Almost as soon as the thought had entered it was quieted, as Dodge reassured herself that no task within a pack was unimportant and she would, come tooth or claw prevail and excel in the given field, until such a time as she proved herself worthy enough to preform a task worthy of her. No one is here to light the way

The carmine empress is patrolling her borders when Dodge's summon rings out across the territory. Immediately she stops, her skull turning toward the direction of the summon. Her eyes scan her surroundings, her nostrils quivering as she pinpoints the woman's exact location. She then takes off at a steady lope toward the river that lays within the rio grande, a devilish smirk gripping her features. She is pleased with the woman's persistence, she had felt a connection between them the first time their mismatched gazes had met. "Dodge," She calls out as the womans striking figure steps into her view, her smile fading into her usual emotionless expression. "Are you ready for your task?"

She did not speak, but rather nodded in response. Neon green eyes holding a coctail of emotion, pride, loyalty, honor, and all similar emotions sat in the green pools, ready to go off like fireworks at a moment's notice. She never once spoke but she knew that in her silence that Fiamette heard her perfectly; "your wish is my command." Like many times before Dodge had become all but obsessed with her leader, vowing to follow her through the gates of Hell without hesitation if it pleased the red queen. No one is here to light the way