"CRAP!" Svara growled harshly shaking her hand blood streaking down the fingers she had sliced. Shaking the hand to releave it of the pain the healer quickly grabbed the red cloth from her wrist and wound it around the wound. It was eaily in the morning and the spring sun was shinning down on her red pelt. Warmth sank into her skin, but didn't let her forget the cuts she now sported on her hand after trying to remove thorns from the herbs she had collected.
A lot had accured in the small amount of time her life had changed. She lived with her mate and Firefly, also the blind Ruri, who Svara wasn't to sure about but treated her well enough. Dropping the herbs she had been stripping into the basket beside her Svara stretched after having sat there for a long amount of time. Her bones popped and creaked back into comfortable posistions and a sigh of content eased from her maw.
Grabbing her staff Svara looked around her with her one semi good eye. It wasn't perfect vision, but enough to know what was going on and who she was looking at. Her hair was still held up in a high pony tail on her head, the red hair having grown longer in the past month. As she stood there she wondered where her mate was, and Firefly for that matter. Why did it seem like she was alone so much of her time? Did she do it on perpuse? The red she wolf leaned on her staff and wondered what the future was going to bring them all.