The red she wolf lay out on the cool ground watching the sun fall behind the horizon and give into night. She had left the pack lands for the night intent on getting away from all her pack members. They were all so insuferable. Dealing with their whinning and constant complaints was tedious. Maybe she was better off becoming a loner, since she was such a horrible pack member. It was stupid to leave, she had enough comfort there to at least stay there. Getting to her feet she shook her blood red pelt, the leather collar around her neck moving with her as she shook.
It truely was strange to come back to this pampered life after what had happened. True she had left the pack for a few days, but Svara hadn't intended to be gone so long. They all assumed she wanted to be gone. Let them assume what they want, she shouldn't have to explain herself. It was amazing how many scars she could come back with, how gaunt she could look and they didn't even think about the worst. The fetor of death was lingering in the air as she walked, making her grin, inhaling the scent even more.
Moving slowly on her paws she took her time following the scent of blood and anger. Of course she smelt the badger as well and figured that was the blood she smelt as well. It didn't take her long to come across the two, the coyote hybrid and the now dead badger. She ravaged the creature with sharp flings of her head. With an empty expression Svara sat down not far away watching with a bored glance. The women looked older, and her own scars ravished her body like her own. Svara didn't say anything, she'd rather wait and see if the women adressed her. It was always interesting to let the other wolf take the first words.