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For Deuce! Sorry took so long
Svara sat with her red cloth around her eyes. She wore it only to keep infection out. At the moment she had a salve under the red cloth over the wounds near and over her eyes. Only one of her eyes was was useful now, but it only gave her head aches to use it, so she had stopped and gave up. At the moment her life felt like it was falling apart. Her mother refused to admit she had done this, which of course meant she didn't really believe she had done it. Svara looked repulsive now and couldn't see.
A rough sigh escaped the bitter women. She was no longer a pup. The pack wouldn't take her shit anymore, wouldn't call her a spoiled brat, but a bitch. A smile curled onto her maw. What did she care? She couldn't see them anymore anyways. Blind, Svara felt stuck in her own world. It would be horribly hard to be an herbalist when she could find the herbs. Svara knew she would have to learn everything in a different way now or she was going to never make it.