Rosie was a young, impressionable fox during grade school. She was assaulted one day coming home from school by some vile punks, but was swiftly saved by Murana while in her Darkflamewolf vigilante persona. She was enamored from the start about her mysterious heroine. Before then, she hadn't heard much about or was interested in the Darkflamewolf. However, since then, she was infatuated. She poured over news articles and library recordings of late night newscasts detailing her endeavors of ridding the city of some of the worst sorts of criminals. Darkflamewolf was like a sort of personal superhero to Rosie like Batmammal and Super Weasel was to boys. She wanted to one day meet her benefactor and thank her personally for what the Darkflamewolf did for her that day.
As the years went by and Rosie grew into a young, mature lady, she had forgotten all about her infatuations with the Darkflamewolf. Then one day, she stumbled across a rescue with the Darkflamewolf in all her glory, kicking ass and saving innocents. The interest in her old heroine slammed back with a vengeance. Except now, it was different. Her hero was smaller than she had remembered, but then again, she was just a little girl then. But the Darkflamewolf was much older, with the figure of a diva. The curves only accentuated her seasoned body. Rosie had awakened to her own blossoming a few years ago and was now out on her own, single with a job, but definitely looking. The attraction to the Darkflamewolf was of a different flavor than it had been in the past. Rosie dared admit she was attracted to this vicious vigilante.
Against all common sense, she tailed the wolf and tried to follow her - wondering which abode she called home. It wasn't long before she was found out and Murana came slamming down in front of her, demanding why she was being tailed. Rosie blurted out everything. Told her about her rescue as a young girl, up until now, all the things she did to keep track of the Darkflamewolf. Rosie could see the look in the wolf's eyes melt. It appeared she was unused to such praise and attention. She was told to go home, be with family and stay safe. With that, the Darkflamewolf ran off to the rooftops.
Rosie couldn't leave it alone though. The very presence and musk of the Darkflamewolf being that close to her triggered something inside. She would begin to take longer walks in the evening through the city. Whenever she heard altercation or shouting, she'd dash over in hopes the Darkflamewolf would be there to save the day yet again - keeping her distance to be safe. Sure enough, time and again, the wolf showed up. Time and again, she got caught tailing her. When finally confronted about it, Murana was furious. Telling her how dangerous it was to be following her. Rosie spilled all - that she was attacted to this wolf and wanted to be with her, to properly thank her in a way she wanted, a sexual way. Murana was stunned and a bit shocked. She told Rosie to go home yet again, but seemed awkward about it now.
Rosie was dejected. She had seen neither hide nor hair of the Darkflamewolf for weeks. Suddenly, during one of her walks at night, she was shocked by Murana appearing in front of her in full vigilante gear. The wolf asked if Rosie meant was she said, if that's what she truly wanted. Rosie was giddy and excited beyond delight. She nodded enthusiastically and said yes many times. Amused at her, but giving credence to her wants, Murana whisked her away to an unknown apartment that was vacant. Perhaps used as a temporary base while moonlighting as a vigilante? Murana laid Rosie down on the bed, Rosie's senses pinging off the walls - her heartbeat fast and her body shaking. It was finally happening, her vigilante crush was here with her, in this bed! Murana brushed her cheek gently and whispered not to be afraid, she would be well cared for tonight. She could give her thanks to Murana now all night long if she so wished.