Svara didn't like to be approached from behind, but she had no intention of letting that show in anyway. Stopping in her tracks she sat down and let her ears pin back waiting for the women she knew was behind her to make some snide comment. It was like Firefly to do that, she didn't mind that in the female. Svara loved it about her, but the women had done enough on her part. The red she wolf was done with all her flighty bull shit.
It didn't take long for her path to be blocked. Steady yellow eyes watched the golden women and she said nothing to her as she waited for some imature bull crap to start spewing from her lips. It wasn't long before she got what she expected. Firefly's words did little to disturb Svara, the collar was of no concern to the other women. Giving the smaller she wolf a once over before she started past her. All her scars and red fur leaving in one slow graceful walk. The word bitch was carved into the skin of her shoulder now, while a large x of a scar marred her chest. They were nothing but scars, memories of what had been.
The women would have to do better then that to get something out of her. She had been riled to far for something so stupid to spark even a remark out of her now. Fully passing the women and continuing ahead Svara finally said something with her back to the golden she wolf. "It makes me pretty." Her sarcasm was bitting as she moved on.