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Razor SHARP
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Svara had left cwmfen's den. She had made sure not to wake the warrior if she was still sleeping. By keeping her hands on the wall and skimming the sides all the way out into the darkness of night. A red cloth was wrapped around her eyes so the hideous Scars were hidden from the world. Some hope had risen in her gut when she found out that one of her eyes had retained a small amount of vision, making her able to dodge the darker shapes of trees and living objects. At the moment the red cloth was covering both eyes, since the wound was still in the process of healing.
She had left the den around the time the sun was rising, just enough time to get away. At this point she just wanted to be able to walk by herself. The scent of trees and life was strong in her nose, making the red she wolf notice how much her sense of smell had strengthened. Though darkness was all that she could see before her, the image in her mind was painted with those strong scents and loud noises. The she wolf walked slowly so not to run into a trunk and bash her useful nose in.
Finally she found a clearing, the only way she knew it was a clearing was because her tail had stop brushing against trees and the wind was stronger not blocked by obstacles. A lot of emotions filled her but the worst was the sense of being weak. She wanted her mother to suffer for this, at least to share equal pain. Svara didn't care for the women in anyway and still wished her dead. For the first time in her life she threw back her head and howled. Mommy's little girl was going to tell the wicked truth.
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