Svara jogged down through Chein hotel. It had been sometime since she had visited the area, and she had to admit to herself that she had missed it. She was in her wolf from red coat like rustic blood while her under fur was a carmel off white color. A large leather collar hung around her neck and along her red coat were her scars. They littered her body left and right. The word bitch had been carved into her back, while a large crossing off two scars was on her chest. They were her trophies, and her regrets all of them showed the misakes she had made.
Her paws were cold against the ground, it made her remember when she had first come to Dahlia de mai so long ago, her paws had been freezing then pads split with wounds. It had been so long ago to her, it was amazing how much time had come inbetween then and now. Taking in a deep breath she sat down and thought about the fight she and Firefly had had. It made her want to bit her own lip. She'd drawn blood on one of the only women she really loved. Maybe she wasn't capable of love anymore. That thought didn't bother her as much as it should have.
"Fuck that shit." Svara said tersly as she stretched her paws out in front of her letting her cropped tail still up in the air. The fresh scent of another wolf made her ears flatten on her skull as she went back to sitting. Why was someone out here so late at night? The scent of the pack member was also one she hadn't smelt before, it wasn't unlikely there were new memebers in her absense. Moving forward she decided to ignore the other wolf unless adressed, she wasn't in any mood for friendly banter.