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[Svara Thames]

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The red she wolf lay in the suns light. She had atempted to stray from Cwmfen's den. She couldn't hold the females company for long before she started to feel the need to snap. Resting her head on her paws Svara gave out a sigh. A red cloth was wrapped around her eyes, keeping the light out of the one that could barely see. Under the red cloth many small and large claw scars were over her face, one of her eyes was completely useless and the other one only caused head aches when she tried to use it. It had been a month and her head still ached and her eyes still hurt. The pain made her placid and tired. She couldn't hunt, or go far with out getting lost, she couldn't bath with out fear of drowning. Svara wanted nothing more then for her mother to feel this. The she wolf wanted to rip her mothers eyes out until the blood soaked the fresh spring grass. In a sour mood she laid on her side looking almost like a corpse in the grass as she just took in the warmth of the day, it was all she could do alone.

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