It had been only a day since Cara had come across the white prince, but even after those short 24 hours she had not managed to wipe the image of his smile from her mind. If only Kaname had not interrupted them.. Though the news he beared were important she wished he would've chosen another time to drop the bomb on her. She wasn't ready to find out her queen wasn't as holy as she thought she was.

Kaname had knocked Jinx off the altar the pale yearling had set her in. She was no longer her beloved queen. She was a brutal, and cold blooded murderer.

But that wasn't important now --or at least Cara tried not to think of it as important at the moment. Now she wanted to find Keith, maybe his sly flirting smile would take her mind off the horrible news Kaname kept bringing to her. First at the Duck lake where he revealed the real circumstance Jinx was in, and then bringing her the news of Itsuki's murder.

She wandered along the flatlands until she reached a place she had never been at before. Craters filled with boiling water were scattered across the ground, hissing to her as a warning to back off. The young femme sniffed around the scent of the Plateu pack lingered on the air, but there were no hints of more wolves around so she stayed. Exploring had been her coping method to all the madness that had unfolded in the pack, might as well do it now.

Her eyes were fixed on the craters around her, some of them were stuck in a permanent slumber, but others weren't as silent. They hissed and sizzled furiously as the girl tried to surround them, one even dared to shoot a bullet of hot steam when she peered closer. Obviously she wasn't wanted, so she steered away from the angry holes.

She wondered what was the cause of these steam holes, Cara was not a naturalist, in fact she always failed to explain of make sense of natural phenomenoms like these. She was better off being a scout or a hunter. Or a man-hunter. That was right up her alley.

And speaking of men, and hunting. A familiar voice reached the ears of the precious yearling.She turned to face him, her pale eyes picking up the brightness that the sun had left behind. "Life is not fair"she barked a smirk beginning to take over her face. Leaving the cynical attitude behind she padded towards him, whilst wagging her feathery tail. "My name is Cara" she said with a little wink. The young Moretti never wasted an opportunity to flaunt her good genetics.

Her words were not meant to be taken seriously, although she agreed that life could be a bitch sometimes she also believed it could be generous too. It all depended on the way it was interpreted. Though she wouldn't bother to explain it to him, she was far too shallow to begin a moral and ethical discussion with the man. Cara was never one to sulk for to long. The bitter flavour life left behind was nothing to the pale girl. She was well used to sucking on methaphorical lemons.

She was pleased by his submissive tail-wag, it made her own tail rise higher. Holding a high rank was Cara's proudest accomplisment, she had crawled from the lowest point to the upper tier in a few weeks --and if she were allowed she'd keep climbing, jumping on the clouds and soaring above all.

Anyways..
For now she was content to have a chunk of authority written to her name. It was situations such as this one that made all the fight worthwhile. She had a cute boy crawling at her feet, his eyes filled with respect ---and a little something more. What does it feel like having a hot boss? she wondered, while a sly smile poised itself on her face. "No never been here" she shrugged while casting her eyes to the craters scattered on the floor.

Ugh, a boy that played hard to get? Total turn off.
She kept her eyes fixed on his face as he tried to taunt her by offering to leave her alone. Oldest trick on the book, seriously. Didn't he know by now that Cara was a girl that liked to be on the spotlight?

Like she had done to her precious queen, Cara wanted to be placed in an altar only to be pampered and serviced by the one that happened to be laying eyes on her. Keith was good looking, sure, but he was no deer for her to be chasing him around. Cara was a selfish player of the game he tried to play too.

She watched him turn to leave with a deadpan look in her pretty yellow eyes. But then as he actually started to retreat she scoffed louldy and lashed her tail to the side. "Ok if you want to walk yourself out.. adieu", she mocked while waving her tail in the air in a flirtatious manner.

"Maybe I would talk if you gave me something to talk about.. I don't like discussing the weather" she mused while raising and eyebrow. His yes-no questions were b-o-r-i-n-g.

Oh, she was the princess alright. Though she doubted every single wolf fell for her, she had tried to use her charms on Mordecai once --it was rather an embarrassing thing to admit that she had done it to avoid a battle againts the male. He had resisted to her curvy figure and her batting of eyelashes; though after the shitty attitude she had given him she couldn't blame the guy.

"Never said that" she barked with a hint of laughter mixed in her voice, why was this guy playing the same game as her? She was used to being the one who recieved the compliments and tried to be wooed but this boy seemed to be waiting for her to beg him to stay. "Is this how you talk to all girls? Wait for them to seek you out?", she asked casually while waving her tail in the air.

A loud chuckle followed after the boy's subtle slip-up, she felt she had him in the palm of her hand then, totally malleable and vulnerable to her will. "Is it to hot for you to handle, northern boy?" she pryed while glancing sideways at the sizzling crater a few meters away.

A smile full of triumph clinged to the delicate features of her face as she watched the male silently accepted his defeat at the complicated game that was flirting. She liked his careless bad boy vibe, though his over-confidence had failed him big time in this ocassion.

At his lame attempt of an apology or excuse she allowed a feign gasp to gurgle from her throat. "I'm not like the others, boy -- and sorry if you're used to easy bitches, but I am from another level", she barked with a hint of playfulness in her eyes. She knew it wasn't an insult and she wouldn't have cared less if it had been. She prided herself on being a hard trophy to win.

Pleased at her superiority at their little game she accepted his inviation without another mutter. Like a goddess that had crawled out of the center of the geisers she moved away from the craters, a veil of steam falling delicately off her shoulders.

"Where to?",she asked as she brushed past his flank, pressing her own shoulder against the young man's body. She was giving him the opportunity to straighten his act and take the lead. As she finally passed by him, she flicked her tail against his nose and shot an expectant look that pierced his pupils, was he up for the challenge?