Ramona pranced through the woods slowly, the flame in her hand now turning into one in each hand as she watched them they grew large then shrunk back to hardly noticeable so she could hide them and use them when need be. She stopped in her tracks when she almost collided with a male werewolf running through the Forrest. She didn't speak, but she stood still for only a moment I examine his large frame. She kept walking, she had no fear of werewolves, the only thing she feared was water. She kept her flames concealed in her clutches fists, wondering what this rather large werewolf would do once he noticed her. She wasn't afraid to use to her magic. She had killed many with it before and would do it again if need be. Ramona turned her head toward him momentarily before continuing her slow walking pace she was at before he werewolf appeared.