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For Svara, Overgrowth Sunrise just outside of Dahlia de Mai. Set February 12th.
So this was where the damn woman had come from. Aurèle had not expected to find her scent again, least of all on the borders of a pack. She couldn’t imagine someone utting up with a bitch like that—which was a lot coming from her. In her younger days, Aurèle had been very similar. Except she knew when to keep her mouth shut and whom to respect—and one of those group were elders, for the simple reason that they had experience and clearly had no need to put up with hot-headed children. Now that she was older, Aurèle understood this even further.
Shaking her coat out with one swift movement, the green-eyed woman continued along her way, keeping a fair distance from the border. It intrigued her that wolves would take to living in human buildings, but she accounted this to their evolving nature. She herself had grown to hate buildings (now to the point she would not enter them without great need) and remained, in some ways, something like a purist. It didn’t matter, she supposed. Any pack willing to put up with a girl like the one she had met was clearly nowhere she wanted to be.
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Svara walked through the lands right by the border of Dahlia. Her fur was softer now and was perfect for the warmth of spring. Her yellow eyes scanned the area mindlessly wondering if she would see firefly. At the moment though Svara didn't want to see firefly, if she did her anger would be boundless. Ever since she, cercelee, and alexy had done to Haku, Svara had been pissed, and had wanted nothing of them. Firefly was the worst. Publicly throwing the dead child at it's father and screaming is that what he wanted? Cercelee had been no better to her lilium, covering his own kids to protect them from him.
Svara continued on her way until she spotted the white wolf near their border, tip toeing closely around it's edge. For being only 8 months old Svara was already tall, with long lanky legs and a thin lean body. She would never be a thick figure, but a lean and tall wolf able to move faster than most and have better agility skills. Her yellow eyes focused on the white she wolf who was noticably in her prime. Moving closer svara composed herself and got ready to comfront. Putting on her shit eating grin and looking straight at the women she spoke. "Your quit close to the border arn't you?" Svara questioned with a hint of evil in her voice.
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Oh lovely. Another girl who just reeked of attitude. Aurèle set her jaw and studied her companion—still a child, albeit it growing into her figure. Inexperienced, mouthy. She might have been reminded of herself except for the small part of her that refused to admit there had ever been a point like that in her life. Aurèle’s body, while no longer carrying the same remarkable reflexes of a twitchy pup, was far from gone. She stood as tall (if not taller) then most of the men she had come across. Her diet (and really, lack thereof) had forced her to loose the mass she once carried. Still, her fur hid this well. That at least she was grateful for.
“I haven’t crossed it,” she stated plainly, French accent thick, adjusting her body to meet the girl. Head tall, as it always was, she studied the auburn child.
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Svara just watched the female. Her yellow eyes the door to all her evil thoughts. The young she wolf already knew this had to be the female firefly had spoke to her about once. It had been in passing, but the french accent had said it all. Though she wasn't to sure what had been done to piss firefly off, most likely it had just been the female breathing on her coat. Giving people a hard time was so much fun.
"No, not yet. Though I'm sure your to much of a pansy to. I'm not worrying." Svara said with an evil smirk. She was quit happy to pick on the female. To bait her into anger. Just like all the others she would see how far she could push the women before she couldn't be pushed any farther. The young female had brought many to the end of their ropes. It brough her pleasure to show them their weakness.
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As soon as the girl spoke, Aurèle’s judgment was made. She was dealing with the same sort of attitude she had gathered from the other one. Perhaps their pack was willing to put up with this sort of thing. Maybe that was why they allowed mouthy children to throw themselves into other people’s lives without any thought of consequence. This idea was laughable. Aurèle would have no part of it.
“You know, pitoune,” she began, a thin and peculiar smile on her face. “The last girl from your pack who gave me that attitude made a fool of herself.”
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