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!! out of character.
Laying in the den her red cloth was off and the visious wounds had started to show signs of healing with little infection. It was hard taking care of the wounds when she couldn't see it, but after a while it became a task she had gotten used to. Her one eye was still yellow from what she had deducted, the other one was glossy and hard to tell what the color was. Sitting up from her spot in the den she picked through her stash of herbs she had been gathering over the past couple of days. Inside she had this knowledge that she would have to let go of her co-rank. She couldn't be an herbalist with out her sight. Although it had pained her Svara wasn't really one to dwell on the lost things for to long.
Not finding anything she really wanted Svara rolled over in her beding In her luperci form she was getting taller with every passing month. Stretching her younthful body out she remembered her fight with Leroy. Shaking her head she couldn't help but feel irritated at his reaction. She had expected his anger, but it had been so much like a boy and not a controled man. What would she do now? Pursing her lips she laied wondering and not thinking to much on where Cwmfen might be.