WC:100 His gaze was soft as he looked down at her. Those grey eyes of her father were something that always made Svara smile, and a true one not her arrogant one. He was kind to her and mostly over looked her sharp tounge. Maybe it was only becuase he knew she had inherited it from her mother. "Svara if you ever do join a pack, you must learn they will not accept you the way you are. You will have to change." His words burned her little ears and made her growl. "I won't change! I want to be the same me for the rest of my life!" Her father shook his head. "I hope then you find a pack that is more loyal to you then you are to them." He stated making Svara look at her father in confusion. As a child she didn't understand these words, but as she grew they started to make sense.
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