Vain and territorial, Perflame will not suffer the indignity of anything being in close proximity to it. With a disdainful backhanded flap of one wing, it spreads embers all over any who would dare invade its space.
Perflame flies around, swooping down to pursue prey suffering from the heat of the desert. Flames slip across the surface of its feathers, surrounding like ribbons. Everywhere it flies, an intense heatwave follows.
In the fever of an exciting battle, it showers embers from the gaps between its feathers and takes to the air. A Perflame's six bold whiskers sense air movements to determine what is in its vicinity.
