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Svara sat alone she hadn't spoken much since Haku's anger at her. Anger had seeped into her at the fact she was now only a few days after in an adult rank. So now it was okay she screwed anyone she wanted? An angry growl emitted from her as she grabbed her dagger and threw it at the nearest tree. The weapon embedded it's self in the bark. Her anger was endless. She had made a mistake she couldn't take back. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she stood and went after the dagger jerking it from the tree. Svara was fine not talking to Haku, if he wanted to be angry at her then she would deal with it and respond by not talking to him. She was sure that he would appriciate that.
With her hand holding the dagger a sound of a wolfs howl lifted in the evening air. It wasn't the howl that made her skin crawl, but the owner of that dreadful noise. Eyes wide a feeling Svara had never felt before filled her gut like liquid steal. Gripping the weapon tighter Svara moved towards the noise, moved as fast as her long legs would carry her. She praied it wasn't her mother. Begged the unseen that the bitch had not come here. Yet as she got closer and closer the feeling of dread
She stopped when she could finally see the women. In her red dress one she had worn before. Seeing the women from a far Svara roared in rage. It wasn't fair! Why had the bitch come here! Svara watched as Haku made an enterance. Her fists clenched. He would probably let her mother in just to spit her, but Svara was no fool. She knew how to play this out. Embedding the dagger in the bark of the tree next to her Svara walked towards them. Unlike her mother She had her fathers ablity to adapt, to change who they were to get somewhere if they needed.
Not even looking at Haku or adressing him she answered his question. "Oh she could help you in many ways." Her yellow eyes never left the women. "She could eat your children. Burn your house to the ground, and while she is at it proclaim she is doing you a favor." The girls voice was cold. She was no longer a pup her mother could kill. She was a growing wolf with a temper as big if not bigger then her own.
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