She had been in a bad mood ever since meeting Cwmfen. Her and that Damn sable women would never be on good terms, and that pissed her off more then anything. At this very moment she wanted Haku souls head on a pike so she could parade that trophy around. It would be her patience that kept her going. Pushing a hand through her red bangs she sighed as she started to pick more herbs from the ground. The sky was beautiful today and she felt in her bones that something good was about to happen. Jumping to her feet the she wolf stretched.
The wind shifted bringing scents and sounds. Her eats lifted and moved on her head, the golden loop following with the actions. The one scent was Jacquez, the other was someone she didn't know. The constable narrowed her yellow eyes as she moved in the direction of the scents. With each step her tall gracful body took the scars moved with her. The word "whore" was still visible on her back, kurtsy of Haku soul yet again. Svara's red hair was tied up into a high pony tail like it usually was, unless she was bathing or having sex. Only her thick bangs hung loose, so she could push through then when she was irritated or trying to think.
Manuving through the trees she made sure to make use of her long legs until her good yellow eye caught site of the one armed king. As the constable trekked closer she saw the other one with the king. Her good eye shifted to the bag, then over the strangers form. Coming to stand beside the king her strong yellow eyes were watchful and fierce. "What do we have here?" The she wolf asked in her husky voice. This was his test, Svara always tested people, looked for their weaknesses, and tried to see how hard they crumbled under her behavior. Some didn't, others pretended she wasn't the way she was, but some fell like bricks. One of her grins settled over her maw. "Not a waste of time hopfully." The she wolf said.