Laying quietly with a rabbit in her jaw she had just caught the thing and was about to start eating it when she smelt a member of her pack. It was a member she had not meet yet. The scent was familiar, one she had smelt at the pack hunt on another wolf. Getting to her paws Svara took the rabit in her jaw and started towards where she had scented the other. Her large, but young paws were slowly moving one after another, her yellow eyes shifting to find the female. Finally she saw the white body from behind. It was now that she knew who this female was. It was the one she had smelt on the male at the hunt. This was the female she had heard of but had not met yet; Mew. The young lanky female walked closer setting the prey down to speak, her own rump setting on the ground. "Your stupid to put your back to the woods." Upon seeing the female Svara didn't feel like being her mean self, she was to tired and lazy. Picking up the rabbit she walked to stand beside the other and dropped the prey down. "You want that cause I don't want it anymore."
The sight of the water made Svara cringe and the hair on her back rise. She hated water. The way it felt on her pelt, and the thought of drowning were not something she found comforting. "Your Mew I'm guessing? The other white cotton Ball in the pack." Svara Sneared in her unfriendly way that made so many people hate her. |
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