Monster at your door

[Svara Thames]

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She hadn't had to go long before she got there. Dahlia de mai was still the same to her, still reaking with the smell of the white ice queen and her chocolate stain. A snort emitted from the beautiful but scarred women. She was no longer a puppy, a little girl. No, she was much stronger and bigger then that now. Svara hadn't been to stupid. She knew how it worked, how the senses looked for an abnormality in every day life. She was sure the black fae would not be pleased about this, but it didn't bother Svara in the least. No... not today it didn't. Yellow eyes searched, only one able to see what she looked at.

She had washed her body in the river outside of all pack lands, scrubbing with the lavender she had taken from the banks. Her scent was strong with the sweet flowers scent, and the bath had all but washed out her own pack. Svara didn't need to make her job any harder then it had to be. Once she reached Dahlia though she rubbed up against every scent marker on the border. In one whole day she'd had fun leaving her scent on every fucking tree. Wasn't it fun to tease the already insane? Saticfied about what she'd done, she got into the tree on the border and sit in it, her rabbit she had caught in hand. Hopfully she would spot Cwmfen soon, as it was the tree's large branches hid her well, and her scent was all around so it to was useless to track her position.

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