"Do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes papa"
"Why do you like it Svara?"
"Because I love you."
She opened her eyes, rather saw out of one while the other was open. The dreamers words lingered, pumping through her brain not making sense. Who was Svara and why was she talking to her father like her lover? The red she wolf moaned and rolled her head and finally reality started to sink in. Fresh pain spiked up in ever part of her body. Her teeth clenched and she held back the scream of pain, she didn't want the strangers to touch her again, didn't want the blue eyed demon to touch her again.
Her body stung and it burned worse then it had when the wounds hadn't been treated with cleanser. The bastard hadn't needed to use something so strong. Tears came to her eyes as she fought off the pain with each breath she took. Her yellow eye looked over to the side, all around her. It wasn't the sight of the place that was familiar, it was the smell, the herbs. She didn't look at anyone around her, the strangers didn't matter, they didn't know what was best.
The stranger who had held her so lovingly was gone now. His scent weaker then it had been before. Pushing up her wounds screamed in protest, she didn't care. Pushing up more she looked over to what she wanted. A deer skin pelt where the scent lingered. Gasping, she moved towards it on unstead and weak legs, the pain unimaginable. Getting to the deer skin she wrapped herself in it and sighed. The hot cinnomon scent of the male was thick on the dead animals hide. It was comforting, better then any other thing around her. Their voices mingled and clashed making her want to listen to them. Wanting to ask them who the blue eyed demon was that had done this to her, tell her everything she no longer knew. Because there was nothing the she wolf hated more then being weak and lost. At least she didn't now, had she before?