A plague upon us[J]

[Svara Thames]

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The young she wolf knew what her words would do. Knew that pissing a male wolf off wasn't the smartest thing you could do. Svara was logical though. If she was going to die, this male would do it quicker then the elemants and the birds. Her green eyes watched him narrowed and ready for a final challenge. Her body was relaxed still, just waiting for his next move. Grinding her teeth she wished the snow would stop. Wish her coat wasn't covered in the cold white fluff. Shaking her coat again it fell off, but not releaving the cold she felt. Suddenly, a female was there. Her scent was strong and close. The smell of blood was to. It made Svara's stomach roll in hunger and her legs get weak. The young she wolf held her ground, refusing to collapse like a twit. When the female finally showed herself speaking as she came closer, Svara's body tensed not liking the air she brought. When the carcass of the rabbit was tossed her way, her mouth watered with the smell that was so close. Her nostrils flared with the scent that was invading her head. Watching the two closley she leaned her head down and tore into the meat, swallowing and not chewing at times. The meat was the best she had tasted in weeks. She kept her eyes on the two as she ate, ready to make a move to protect the food she had been given. If they killed her that was fine by Svara, as long as she got rid of this ache in her belly before she went. The females continuing talk did not interest Svara, she continued to chew on the meat swallowing and noticing that it was almost done to her fast inhalments of the meat. The male and the female went about their talking. Svara heard, and listened as she ate, but it was one thing the female said that made her stop and look up. Her stomach turned and rage set into her mind. Her fangs bared at the female she stared at her. "Take it back! I would rather die out here in the snow then take your insults. So kiss my boney arse, female! Her words were rash, those of a child who didn't know how to hold her tounge. The moment they were out of her mouth she knew she went to far. Knew that if the next thing she felt was teeth in her pelt she would deserve it. The male had offered warmth, a cottage to sleep in, and here she ruined her chances by telling the female in his back to kiss her ass. Svara flattened her ears and just stared at the two of them, knowing she was making her chances slimmer and slimmer.

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