She had wondered from the cabin. She knew who the people were now and accepted it, but it didn't make it any better that she couldn't remember who they were. Jac, the one missing the arm, was the leader of their new found pack, and apparently hadn't known him that long before the attack. Then there was Firefly, apparently her best friend, a women who had risked her life for her before and probably would do so again. Finally there was Leroy, the husky who had held her to him when her body had first been found. The male who had cried over her, his scent mixed with salty tears. She hadn't been told everything, hadn't wanted to know everything. Already she could feel the hurt of the others for not knowing them.
Wounds were all over her red fur. Down to her tail and calfs, all the way up to her face. Her tail had been the worst, missing a piece of it along with a crooked kink in it, it would take a long time to get it to have a normal shape again if ever. Although she couldn't remember the people that were close to her or the past beyond the attack of the blue eyed demon, she remembered herbs upon herbs, and every medical thing she had known prior to the event. Maybe she should be grateful she didn't remember what had happened. Would there be people she would never know about again? People she had loved that had died? Did it matter then? If they were dead then wasn't it better to never know about their existence?
Walking with a wobbled step she hadn't expected to find another wolf. At first she growled like the frightened wounded animal she was, not even thinking to hide her pain and fear of other living creatures. Then composure came to mind and she stopped baring her teeth at the stranger. She wondered if she knew her, or if she had before the attack. Closing her eyes Svara tried for the millionth time to bring up some memory, but the only image that came up behind her eye lids was that of a brown wolf with cold blue eyes. Her demon. Quickly opening her eyes she watched the she wolf closely waiting for her to say something, because Svara didn't intend to say much of anything.