Svara sat on the cliff over looking the water as it moved back and forth from the shore. The red she wolf took in a deep breath as she sorted through some herbs she had collected. There wasn't anything special in the small pile so she shoved it to the side. Her wounds were healing pretty well, the minor ones were already scabbing and showing signs of scarring. The large ones were closing, the stitches already removed from the ones that she had had to stitch a few days ago.
The constable leaned against the large boulder beside her, the cold seeping through her fur. Having her memories back had seemed to make getting over Haku's attack a little easier. She should have known better then to expect him to do any differnt then what he had. At least now she did really hate him, and would make sure to curse him before he was dead. If he wanted to be a monster, then he should be delt a monsters fate. Shoving a hand into her thickening bangs she scratched her skull and let her mind wonder.
Svara was still confused over Jacques choice in making her his second in command. Hell right now Svara could see Cercelee laughing at the pure joke of it all. Did she find it impossible for herself to be a good leader? The red she wolf pondered on it as she sat there in the cool evening under the red clouds. No, she knew she could lead, she wasn't weak, maybe sometimes she did make bad desicions, mostly where Haku Soul had been, and her mother, but it all seemed to be changing now.
It still left Svara wondering how this was all going to play out. They were a small pack after all, and she wasn't sure how she would handle Dahlia members if they ever came here. Her hands tightened into fists. Even the idea of dealing with them made her want to spit in anger. Taking another deep breath of the salty air she let her body relax. She needed to talk to Jac, tell him she had her memories back, and maybe question him. Thinking about their king made her smile. For some unknown reason the man was starting to grow on her.