Svara sat down in the woods a bone inbetween her young teeth. She knawed on it out of bordum. The marrow had already been licked out of the center, now she was just chewing it to give her something to do as she thought. Between training with Hanna and Cwmfen, the pup was almost tempted to quit Hanna's training. She really could get sick of the female fast. her constant babbaling and whinning got on her nerves alot of the time. Slay this, Cerceleee that, boo hoo hoo. Huffinf Svara continued to usless chewing at the deer bones. The taste was starting to get old and stale, and she was thinking about spitting the crap out when the sweet scent of a stranger hit her nose. The scent made her ears perk forward and the bones drop from her mouth. The scent was so aluring. It was mixed with the familar smell of blood, making Svara abandon her treasure or crap and stray towards it. Something in her was drawn to this stranger she smelt. Coming around the corner she found what she had been looking at. In first form he stood in the water, with pink stains in his coat. The stains were of course the blood she smelt. The young female had an itch to move closer, get a better look at this tresspasser, but she staied put. Watching him from the tree line, bathing in the cold river water; Svara hadn't expected the male to shift. When his body started to become tall and well formed muscle, his fur stretching over more mass, and his mane growing out to in a spikey unkept fashion; the female wolf couldn't help but hold her breath. For once Svara didn't want to approach some one. The way she was now she wouldn't know what to say, like an idiot she would stutter and be no better then a horny bitch. The girl knew she should turn away, knew she should just go back to the cabin where Haku and Firefly were, listening to them hate each other more then ever. Of course did Svara ever do the right thing? Taking a deep breath she walked out of the woods in her wolf form. For her 8 and half months of life, the dark red female was tall and lean. Her body type wasn't like many of the other females. Not that she cared about her shapless figure. Though she wondered when the Nickname bones would be passed around. Shifting not far away from the stranger she stood still. This form was one she had to conquer in the last couple of months. Thanks to hanna and Cwmfen, she was quiet sufficant in her optim skin. Staring at the handsome figure Svara didn't know what to do next, should she react like she always does? Be herself? Or should she try to be something she wasn't? Warring it over in her mind, the young girl watched him with deviant yellow eyes. "You'ed thought you wouldn't have blood shed after coming into Dahlia?" Svara asked in the same irritated and husky voice as always, but this time she held back. For once the female wanted to impress some one.
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