Caramandia's eyes jolted back. Did... Did the lion just speak? She clenched her teeth. She would deal with whatever was behind her later. The fire in her hands died as she crouched down to the lion again. Judging by the raspy sounds it was making it had to be dehydration.  Water... She growled.<br/>"Where the hell does a fire demon find water?" She had never needed water and never will. How do you look for it? Drumming her nails on the forest floor she looked at the shape behind the tree again. She could run to find water but that would put her at risk of attack. She smirked. Damn paranoia...<br/><br/>Finally deciding, she stood up and stretched her wings, the black skin casting silhouettes on the ground.