Svara held the vowel in her mouth as she walked along in the woods. The collar hung around her neck like it had since she had arrived. The thick leather was a symbol of her entrapment, maybe it was more then that. Her muscles tightened with the memories of the past months. The torture, the cruelty, and the passion. Even love, it was amazing how much you could endure in so little time. The red she wolf walked with a defiant stride, her head low the blood of her prey dripping down her jaw with each step she took.
She didn't eat much, not like she used to, now she forgot to, it was only until the pain became so unbarable that she finally noticed it did she hunt. The scent of another was in the air, even over the blood Svara could smell the dreaded scent. Her stomach no longer concerned her, setting the dead animal down Svara sufficently buried it to come back later. Moving forwards it didn't take the scarred wolf to find the glowing female. She was pitiful in Svaras eyes, but maybe that was because Svara despised anything that looked like it could be hurt easily. She was so tired of other peoples complaining. The bitch had a lingering smell of Leroy. Was this the she wolf Jacquez had tried to provoke her with? It seemed that it was when she veiwed the swollen belly. The yellow eyed demon turned to leave.