The smile that lit up her new friend's face was undeniably gorgeous, it's brightness underlining her delicate features. Flair found herself grinning back almost stupidly, bushy red tail waving just as rapidly as the ivory counterpart. So taken was she in fact, that she all but forgot the other sister, moping in her corner. But it seemed the darling was not as meek as she'd first appeared, her outcry breaking Flair off before she had a chance to answer Ophelia's question. Russet ears flattened back, head swiveling to face the larger girl just as she lunged right at her. Snarling in surprise, Flair threw up her own paws in defense, grabbling with the grey pest as best she could. Joan was a good deal larger than her, but that was nothing she wasn't used to from fighting her brother. Still, the attack had taken her quite by surprise and as smack after smack rained down over her, she felt anger roil her blood.

Here she had been making friends, finally finding someone not obsessed with strict, unnecessary rules, and this giant dweeb was intend on spoiling the fun; No way! The next time paw came towards her face, Flair quickly parted her bared teeth, grabbing onto the other girl and giving a sufficient squeeze. Miss goodie-four-paws instantly recoiled, a delightful yowl escaping her, and the reddish pup grinned wolfishly; That'll teach you!

Unfortunately Joan wasn't as tough as Cináed, taking the retaliation a lot harder than Flair had expected. The declaration of hate didn't face her much, though making a similar claim towards her own sister seemed rough, even to the brutish redhead. It was two pairs of shocked, wide eyes that met as the larger girl ran off with what sounded a lot like sobbing noises escaping her. Flair shook her head lightly, a humbled ring to her voice as she answered: "I didn't mean to…" She wasn't used to her roughhousing getting that kind of reaction. Her ears were sagging a bit with guilt, but Ophie's question brought a light smile to her lips, and another, more ardent shake of her head; "Naw… She didn't really hit me that good." An apologetic shrug of her shoulder's followed, as the rage quickly ebbed from her and she felt bad for taking things too far.

So she understood the pale girls need to take off after her sister, had it been Enia, Flair would have done the same – hell she would probably have bitten the shit out of anyone who tried to bite her sister. Now she nodded, smiling a little wider and wagging her tail; "Sure!" It was an easy promise to make, she would very much like to spend more time with Opheila. Then, after a short break she added: "Tell her I'm sorry?" It wasn't something the fire pelted girl said often, and it was spoken in an almost sheepish tone, but she did think she might have been just a bit too rough on the stranger, and she didn't want to get her new friend in trouble for it.

Soon after, the other pups were both gone, and Flair turned her own nose homeward, hoping the spat hadn't made her too late for curfew, and that news of it would never reach her parent's ears.