She had fought with Firefly, she had touched a boy who didn't know how to be touched, and she had wanted Jacquez to touch her like every other male. The heat came back with in a day after saticfiying it, it was deadly, but it was more then she could do then to ignore it or get rid of it. The tall sleek red she wolf walked in her base form. She didn't shift anymore, not unless the heat was to much for her and she shifted finally to releave it.
A large leather collar hung around her neck, thick and hard to miss. It was strange to see the large bound item on the neck of the scarred she wolf. Her red coat was like blood while her yellow eyes were deadly orbs in her skull. Svara had beauty in her own intimidating way, each stride on a lean long legged body was strong and determined. Right now she was facing her own demons and she dared anyone to give her a fight, if it was male he might just be getting lucky.