Bodies moving in and out fangs snapping inches from fur, while skin gets teared. She wanted to take it out, let the blood spill down her chin, and fill her dry mouth. Svara no longer saw the golden she wolf, she saw black fur and red eyes. The bastard wouldn't hold still long enough for her to rip out his damn throat, for him to pay for everything. They all would pay for what they had done, hadn't she already done this? Why wasn't he already bleeding? Her vision cleared and she saw gold fur again and the Sadira woman came into veiw again.
It was like a battle of wills between them, neither able to give up their struggle. Shoving, biting, bleeding, all for the need to prove a point. Svara couldn't stop, she kept going never giving in. She didn't until the voice howled to do so. Her muscles tensed and she stood on strong long legs looking at none other then Haven. The orange male had no right to put his nose into her and firefly's buisness. Her yellow gaze narrowed at him, blood now coating her maw.
"You have some nerve boy." Svara said tersely. Sitting down she took a deep breath and went about shaking her coat to situate her collar and fur. He should learn to stay out of fights that had nothing to do with him. Svara looked back to Firefly and saw the blood from where she had bitten her scruff, regret spilled into her gut. She shouldn't have done that, now she could see that it had been wrong to hurt the she wolf like that. Yellow eyes averted the Sadira women, not liking the feeling of guilt and sorrow she was starting to feel when she looked at her.
Looking at Haven with fake anger she moved to her paws. "Not like we were gonna kill each other." Svara said tersly as she passed him to leave the whole situation behind. She should have told Firefly what had happened, then she wouldn't have ended up fighting her and feeling like she had no one to go to. In all actuality she had no one to go to and that wasn't as scary as that she knew she probably wouldn't for a long time to come.