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Svara lay in her wolf form on the cliff over looking the beach. She slept soundly, a light snore easing out of her nose. She hadn't slept well in the past couple of weeks. Weather it was someone waking her up, or she had to much on her mind she hadn't been able to sleep. The constable snored away on the breezy cliff side her paw twitching as if she was having a dream of chasing a rabbit in the woods. It was the obnoxious cry of a sea bird that made her yellow eyes peel open and he teeth bare. Once again she had only slept 20 minutes before something woke her up. The constable gave the white webbed foot bird and growl about to put her head back on her paws to sleep again when she saw the form on the beach. The little creature was small, and to young to be one of her pack. Bile rose in the she wolfs throat. She couldn't see well from this far away, her one good eye squinting to identify the body. Getting to her paws the tall she wolf turned and started bounding down the rocky side. Svara was able to go down the side with little problems.
Jumping down into the cool sand she loped over to the small body. She ignored anything the pup would say, cause now she knew that it was a pup of maybe five months. Dropping her nose she sniffed him for any scents that might be familiar. Svara could scent nothing she knew. She knew he was hurt, but no sympathy passed ove her. Even a pup knew when to not pass boarders, and if he hadn't crossed theirs he wouldn't have gotten into the situation he was in now. "Why are you here?" Svara asked with a straight face waiting for the boy to answer. It occured to her that this was the age she had been when she came to Dahlia. |
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