Ramona laughed softly, she let the flames blare bright blue and spread to a radius of 10 feet on each side of her, the flames closing the distance betweent them. She could see though the blaring fire, as her eyes had adapted to the heat. Her body still engulfed, she laughed wickedly before letting the flames come back to her body. "Burning alive is not a pleasant way to die," she said in her sharp voice. "By the time it would take you to fight me and drag me there, your skin would be melting like a pool of wax, your blood and internal organs spilling out for the remainder of your pack to find you." She let the flames cease from her body and went back to her hands. "Very charming you werewolves are, I can see why no one enjoys the company of werewolves, half of you can't even stand each other," She turned and laughed, leaving fiery footprints behind her as she walked away slowly, not getting in any kind of hurry. She closed her hands and kept the fire burning inside her fists until she reached the outskirts of the Forrest and released the flames, letting them die out completely.