Dahozhoni Meadow dancing in the moonlight

i am not, fiamma replied coolly, and you are not, either—no one dangerous reveals themselves as such. the patchwork girl was dancing, teasing. . .but overall innocuous.

she cocked her head, regarding the stranger with a gimlet gaze. 

if you fancy yourself as danger, there are wolves nearby looking for someone just like you, she noted.

a thrill rose up within her at the prospect of this femme being scrutinized by soto and his ilk, examined down to the bone. . . 

fiamma took her bottom lip within her teeth and waited for the woman's response, nearly vibrating with anticipation.