Svara rested her head on her knees as she looked at the water. The sea at at the shore, licking at the sands as it came and went. The healer had grown acustom to sitting in the hot sands and watching the water. It gave her time to think about everything that was going on. She closed her yellow eyes, even though only one was used to see, she acted as if both of them were perfect. Her long red hair was down today and hanging down her back perfectly straight. Her thoughts went around Jacquez and his nature, a smile came to her features as she thought about the egotistical male.
Thoughts about Dhalia entered her mind and she ground her teeth. It was hard to think of her old pack with out feeling a flood of emotions. It was to many to harbor at once. Ever since she had gained her memory back she wondered what Haku had told the pack. What lies had he basked them in? Svara didn't really care, let them think she was the bad guy. They were all ignorant fools to believe his lies. Cercelee herself had said he was a monster, but it was she who listened to it as it breathed down her neck.
It wasn't Cercelee that really bothered her. The white she wolf had always been an idiot in Svara's eyes. It was the Adonis Cwmfen, she was the one that had broken her heart. The constable growled as she got to her feet. No amount of watching the water could make her forget the feeling of hate she had for the sable women. Not after the way she had treated her that day. What she gave Cercelee it wasn't loyalty, it was blind determination to not be weak. That women would throw a loyal friend away if Cercelee told her to. What a fool.
Walking down the sandy beach the she wolf trailed her hands down the many gashes, cuts, and words that now adored her flesh. She could help but admit she looked like crap. It would be weeks before the fur covered many of the smaller wounds, and the gashes became scars. Weather or not the word "whore" would ever go away was beyond her. Svara really didn't care anymore. She had what she wanted, she didn't need the blasted fur to grow back, since the scar made her look all the more unapproachable.