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Svara had left cwmfen's den. She had made sure not to wake the warrior if she was still sleeping. By keeping her hands on the wall and skimming the sides all the way out into the darkness of night. A red cloth was wrapped around her eyes so the hideous Scars were hidden from the world. Some hope had risen in her gut when she found out that one of her eyes had retained a small amount of vision, making her able to dodge the darker shapes of trees and living objects. At the moment the red cloth was covering both eyes, since the wound was still in the process of healing.
She had left the den around the time the sun was rising, just enough time to get away. At this point she just wanted to be able to walk by herself. The scent of trees and life was strong in her nose, making the red she wolf notice how much her sense of smell had strengthened. Though darkness was all that she could see before her, the image in her mind was painted with those strong scents and loud noises. The she wolf walked slowly so not to run into a trunk and bash her useful nose in.
Finally she found a clearing, the only way she knew it was a clearing was because her tail had stop brushing against trees and the wind was stronger not blocked by obstacles. A lot of emotions filled her but the worst was the sense of being weak. She wanted her mother to suffer for this, at least to share equal pain. Svara didn't care for the women in anyway and still wished her dead. For the first time in her life she threw back her head and howled. Mommy's little girl was going to tell the wicked truth.
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It seemed the sun only came out sporadically, both in the sky and in her heart. Cercelee bargained with both the weather and the universe to give her a small break, but so far it had come to naught. Slay’s presence lifted some of the weight, but she found little time to devote completely to him and she was beginning to feel the strain of that too. Tensions were high, perhaps as high as they had been during the war with Inferni even. She knew she was not the only one to feel it. Still the pups were missing, yet family members perhaps none too welcome by their relatives appeared one after another. Ade and Sankor searching for Alexey, Coli’s returning turning Haku’s life upside momentarily, Dutch, the brother Ril’o had mentioned with distaste, and now the icing on the cake: Sabeen. Cercelee had seen the women only at the pack meeting, and she couldn’t decide what she felt about the lady, but she was sure Svara would helpfully give her own opinion if asked. Cercelee didn’t need to ask.
The onslaught of appearances was strange, and Cercelee spent some time musing on the irony of the situation. The pups, so cherished to most the pack gone, while brother, sister, mother waltz into the pack and back into the lives of some who had wished to forget them. Was there anyone Cercelee had written off? Adrastos maybe, but it wasn’t the same. He had never been a tormentor, he did not have some secret to expose to her pack, and unlike the Koios there wasn’t anything left to salvage from their relationship. No, he was just a failed father, and Cer imagined him to be a broken old man. If he found his way to her, it would be no different than admitting a stranger, she knew nothing about him except his name.
Her mind, as she wandered further about the packlands, turned to a more pleasant idea. Perhaps, whatever force that was pulling forth family from the shadows would pull back Lisi and Tuki, dead as they were. They would be welcomed. The fanciful dream floated before her, asking to be grasped and Cercelee paid little heed to where she was going until she ran straight into the girl. Turning round a tree and she ran into the girl, without having seen her, heard her, or even smelt her first. Embarrassed, Cercelee bowed her head, and began to mutter an apology, but the words were forgotten at the sight of her covered eyes.
“Svara? What’s that on your face? What are you playing at?”
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Her feet moved fairly happily along the quiet, sleeping ground. The air was so still. She felt liberated as she never had before, since getting her worries off her chest. The woman was planning a sort of celebratory trip, though it was also to further clear her mind. Hanna figured that she'd already seen most of what there was to be seen toward the north, so she'd go the opposite way, working down toward the southwestern part of the Souls' lands. She'd not tarry overlong, but she'd heard tell of a pair of packs situated down there; perhaps she'd pay a visit. For now, she was visiting Svara. She'd not seen hide nor hair of the girl since their first lesson, which hadn't ended well.
Gripped in Hanna's hand was a staff, just a bit taller than she was herself, the thicker end upturned. The female had decided to try her hand at some artwork, and so had carved an intricate pattern in the base, and then made a concoction not unlike the dyes she used for tattooing to decorate the staff, finally ending by tying a pair of shed feathers from Tobias into one of the grooved areas. The lighter wood looked good with its reddish stripe of color. She wanted to show it to Svara. She thought maybe the girl would be proud.
However, when she neared Dahlia's borders, she was unsure where to find her apprentice (who, though Hanna didn't know it, was apprentice no longer). She gazed into the lands, reluctant to move in without a purpose and a set location. Her ears perked when Svara's voice called out, pleased because she was awake and could be trailed now. Hanna had a reason now to be there. It didn't take too long to find the clearing where the red wolfess and, to Hanna's surprise, the ivory alphess, stood. Svara's eyes were covered by a scarlet cloth, and Hanna's stomach lurched in a tumult of emotions: fear; anger; guilt, especially. Cer's query was followed swiftly by Hanna's. "Svara, what's happened? Why are your eyes bandaged?" Svara didn't seem the type to randomly wear a cloth about her eyes. Something was wrong.
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She she wolf stood there alone in the clearing. It set fear in her not to be able to see. The sounds of the simplest things made her cringe. What would she do if a predator was out here? Svara was sure one day she might be able to protect herself again, but now she felt bare and defenseless. The scent of the she wolf came to her nose, but it didn't tell her where the rosea was coming from. The moment she felt the white female crash into her. Svara fell and was confused for a second hearing the apologizing words until they were stopped and harsher deductions were spewed out.
Why was it that the Rosea thought she was playing at something? It angered her to think her leader was so dense. Before she could respond the voice of Hanna rose in the morning air making the red she wolf flatten her ears at the concerning voice. She didn't want pity, hated it to be truthful. "Because my eyes are useless and quit ugly so I thought to do you all a favor and cover them up." She said not in an angry tone, but a husky sarcastic one. Taking her paw behind her head she caught the knot of the red cloth and pushed it over her ears. The soft sigh of the material falling to the ground made her know that these wolves would see her mothers handy work. Though she could see shadows out of one of her eyes it caused a raging head ache to force its way into her skull. "Guess I got what you all wanted huh?"
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The world was still lay in the tenebrous realm of the moon, hidden that night by the clouds. It was quiet, comfortable, untroubled. Cwmfen lay in a quiet sleep, untroubled for once by the pains of her body. The shadows embraced her softly with arms of down, a gentle, caressing touch. The warrior slept within the clearing in which she had practiced daily her martial techniques, but since the wounds were inflicted, she had taken a necessary hiatus in order to ensure that she would not be permanently hindered in her movements. Gaining the flexibility would be a slower process, but she was not concerned with time. As long as she could return to that life, the warrior would live. But now she slept under the night sky, her dreams guided by the dark feathers of the Raven, who wheeled absently in the heavens above. His movements were slow, spiraling and carving shapes in the air with his wings....
Cwmfen woke with a start. Her Dream was troubled once again by ominous images. The colour of her Raven had flickered in her mind with the instability of violent flames, black and white, colourless, draining, suffocating. But she thought that she new those colours, so similar and yet different from the Raven. She thought that the Dream spoke of a coming, the arrival of something or someone, or perhaps the coming of an event. But the night stole away the urgency of the dream, and those images of black and white receded back into the recesses of her mind. With a sigh, the warrior rose. She had slept upon her stomach once again, resting her head upon her arms. But upon rising, she was alert, aware for the pull in her back. When no immediate sensation arose, the female was relieved. Silently, she walked back to her den, using the stealth of a killer in the night. But when she reached her den, there was an emptiness in the air, and the fresh, almost warm scent of the girl Svara trailed from the den’s mouth. Curiosity rose within her as the warrior changed her course.
The woad marked fae entered the clearing, finding that Svara was now sharing the company of Cercelee and of a black fae she did not recognize. She entered just as the girl dropped the cloth from her eyes, showing the adults the scars that marred her vision. It could be worse, the warrior thought. At least it was healing—the scars were definitely better than they had been when last she had seen them uncovered at the scene of the crime. “We would not wish this upon any member of the pack.” Cwmfen’s alto melody was soft, gentle. But she could not help but see the irony of it all. The girl who had been blind to the workings of her own character became now physically blind. As the warrior’s fluid movements ceased, she turned to look at Cercelee, her gaze only briefly flickering across the other woman in greeting. “Such calamity was no accident....” And the female paused, wondering if Haku had yet met with the Rosea to regale her of the happenings of that day.
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Normally Firefly wouldn't have come at anyone's calling but she was feeling like a rat in a cage at the moment and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of Svara since Haku's tantrum over the incident between the stranger and Svara. She hadn't been one to point out to him that she had been roughly about the same age as the girl when they'd let passion and lust flair up like fire. There was no use saying anything to the male anyways, he was always right, end of discussion. She'd show him sooner than he thought that he was not infact always right, nor always in control.
The coppery bitch made her way slowly into the middle of the mess that was coming to light as Svara threw the rags off her face. The woman didn't shy away from the scaring, all they served to do was remind her of another stubborn woman who had suffered a fate almost identical. She sat back on her haunches and spoke up, no humor or harassment in her voice as she did. "No one wished this upon you Svara.. You're rather lucky to be alive.." The bitterness in her voice serving as a reminder that once Svara could have suffered worse than the dose of injustice she'd received now. Others had paid to intervene in her last misfortunes and if she'd had to again Firefly knew she would have once more, though the weight of her own personal loss still a shadow in the back of her mind.
She'd been about to make a comment on Svara's thoughts on her injuries when Cwmfen had stepped in. The ears of the Acer pinned back against her skull as she bared her fangs in disgust at what the woman had said. "This was deliberate?" Her tone dark as she shot Svara a glance before snapping. "Svara, who did this?" She knew it wasn't her place to ask, but she knew once she found out she didn't care what Cercelee might say, she'd find a way to get her point across to the filthy excuse for a creature that had caused the child such distress.
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Cercelee was surprised and annoyed at Hanna’s entrance onto the scene. The ebony women was not a pack member any longer, and the confession the female had given Cer was still on her mind. Too at home, the female must feel. She knew the healer loved Dahlia de Mai, and she couldn’t blame her for that. Yet she had denounced the pack by leaving it, and not returning. Cercelee couldn’t trust the loyalty of someone like that. Yet perhaps Svara had been expecting her? How else would she have arrived so swiftly? And more so, as Svara’s cruel words spewed out and she removed the bandage Cercelee did not say a word to Hanna. Perhaps it would be useful to have a healer on hand, but the disrespect of the pack borders did not go unnoted.
“Svara? I did not know. What’s happened girl?” Her voice, as before was firm and gentle, the inquiry of play had been the same. Very rarely did the female grow angry or panicked and now was no exception, despite the churning of her stomach at the sight of the eyes. Her face was a mess, there was little other way to describe it, and as Cwmfen approached and spoke, she knew the woad Adonis was right. This was no accident, and Cercelee needed a name. Such an act was vile, there were no other signs of a fight, it was as if the act had been performed for the sheer enjoyment of it. Cercelee nodded to Cwmfen, as if to welcome her presence, but then turned back.
Then Firefly strode in, and Cercelee flicked an ear in annoyance. Too many people dealing with too delicate a subject, she did not know if Svara minded the large crowd but the Rosea did. Firefly’s words echoed her own question and Cercelee turned to the Acer, her eyes curious, her tone neutral, but her words loaded. “Firefly, haven’t you your own children to be looking for? There are enough now to care for Svara. You have other duties you should be attending.” And truly, Cercelee wasn’t sure why the mother wasn’t out searching for her brood. Cer, Kol, Alexey and the others spent long hours searching for the pups, yet she hadn’t seen Firefly leave the pack lands but a handful of times, if anyone shouldn’t she be worried the most? Cercelee felt something, either that of suspicion or distrust in Firefly, although Cercelee did not know if it was because she faulted Firefly for the disappearance of Conor and Emwe or if she just did not like a female who cared so little for her pups that she had not joined in on the searches to the extent Cer expected. Either way, she kept her distaste for the women in bay and turned back to the younger member assembled, waiting for her words.
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Svara didn't know how to adress one person. Usually one who look at that person and talk to them, but now she was having a hard time figuring out where everyone was. One after another more wolves came in and their voices mingled only making her head ache worse. She closed the eye that could see slightly, maybe an eye patch would be better suited. As they spoke her ears lay flat on her head. What would they do when she told them? They wouldn't believe her, just like Haku had blown her off the day her mother had arrived. She'd told him, begged him. All useless.
When she heard Firefly's voice the she wolf took a step towards the womens voice. She had missed the women, and all she could remember was the hurt filled words she thrown at her when she had confronted Haku on the day of her pups birth. Now she saw what she hadn't seen then, Haku had deserved it. Guilt poured into her gut. It was hard to admit she had missed the she wolf and her wicked nature.
Cercelee's word made a growl rise in Svara's chest. "Leave her be Cercelee I appreciate her company more then most." The young female's husky voice finally sounded like it had before her mother's rage filled attack. Taking a deep breath and thinking as only darkness surrounded her, the young female wondered if telling them was the smartest thing? Sabeen had only shown them kindness, where she only showed her foul temper. What if they claimed it was self defense on Sabeen's part?
These worries plauged her as she sat there. "It seems so pointless to tell you. You'll just take her side!" Svara grumbled. "Guess it serves me right to loose my sight by my own mother. Karma seemed to have bitten me in the ass." The red wolf laughed at the irony of it. "It was no mistery! I told Haku what she would do! I told him she would betray you all after she finished with me! I'm such a fucking idiot. You were right Firefly, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you were right." Grinding her teeth and holding in her anger she wished she could see them.
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Hanna grew increasingly embarrassed as more pack members joined the scene, though she nodded respectfully and held herself below their levels, and debated whether or not to just leave. She was almost expecting to be chased off, because, after all, she'd crossed the borders without permission. She'd not expected to find a group, though, only to visit Svara for a few moments and then to go on back to her cabin. No, that didn't make it any less wrong, but.. it was an excuse, anyway.
She found herself holding her breath when Svara slipped the bandage from her eyes. The wounds were extensive, and it was obvious why the cloth had covered her eyes, but they must have been far worse to begin with. Svara's eyes were very nearly ruined. The black femme expelled the breath roughly at Svara's words, preparing to defend, as the others did, that no one would have wished her physical harm to teach her a lesson.
But the girl's next words shocked her. She found her hackles involuntarily rising and worked to smooth them back down. Your mother?!
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The reactions of the wolves about them were unmistakable. It seemed as if the news had been lying low, perhaps waiting for something. But perhaps it had been waiting for this, for something dramatic. And she knew that Svara was one to relish such a thing, for she had created it. And the woad warrior did not have a single doubt in her mind that the girl had brought this upon herself. But that was beside the point. What Sabeen had done was inexcusable by any standards especially because it had been done within the packlands to another packmember. The warrior was one who may have been able to dismiss the severity, though not the matter, of such conduct had it occurred between a Dahlian and some lone creature. But such was not the case here. And it seemed that, with the behavior of Sabeen when she had sought her out, had been a strange one. And the woman’s inability to recollect such a thing, and, moreover, her inability to learn that she had such symptoms (whatever they were), was not something that the pack needed. What if such a thing were to happen again? And the warrior, as a protector of the pack, did not wish to wait for such a thing to happen. There were younger pups within the boarders that needed consideration.
And Svara was indirect upon the unveiling of the perpetrator. Perhaps, with such an incident, the youth had become hopeless. And she wondered, then, why the girl had not come out before, to bring down one who had harmed her. Surely such a volatile personality would not have simply stood by even as she did so now. Perhaps there was some sort of fear or insecurity deep within the youth that had become the personality she so easily wore upon her sleeve. Svara claimed to have told Haku such things, and she did not doubt it. But the warrior thought that if the girl would only take life more seriously, others would be able to heed her warnings. And this was just another case of the human tale “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” which she had heard a long time ago. As for Karma.... perhaps that was exactly what it was.
Whoever the other black fae was, she seemed very familiar with Svara. But the warrior was not familiar with her, and she scented that this female did not belong to any pack. Briefly, her mind crossed the possibility that she had entered the packlands without permission, but for now, the matter at hand was the justice that needed to be served. (And, with a soft laughter, she thought of that lone male Onus.) Turning to Cercelee, briefly with fleeting eye contact greeting Firefly, who had recently arrived, the warrior nodded at Svara’s words. “It was Sabeen,” the alto melody stated simply and clearly. Briefly, those white orbs flickered across the young girl before she returned her gaze to the white Rosea. “I approached her several days ago concerning the matter, and there was no doubt that she had done what Svara has claimed that she has done.” Blood had still lingered upon the woman’s fur, though she had chosen to disregard it. “But she would not admit to it, claiming innocence. And it seemed as if she even believed her lies.” And the warrior, who did not know of drugs, could not explain why such a thing were the case.
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Firefly couldn't help it when her ears pinned back at the words of the others. Cercelee's voice and tone stung, she'd been out looking for her children just the same as the others. She glared at the Rosea but didn't even have a chance to make a response as Cwmfen and Svara each spoke in their own turn. Firefly growled softly at the words that Cwmfen spoke of. She'd met Svara's mother once and if she'd had the chance she would have killed the woman right there. She herself might be a bitch but she wasn't crazy. The hairs along her back bristled as her eyes darkened with the information that was revealed to her.
Without waiting for anyone else to speak she stood up and growled. "I can see when I'm not wanted.." She glanced towards the Rosea as she went on. "Besides.. I do have other places to be.. now." She knew that she shouldn't be so cruel and just ignore the words that Svara had spoken to her but she had someone that she'd rather visit at this moment in time, if the bitch hadn't left the packlands already.
She glanced to the others there before walking past Svara, letting her tail barely touch the girl as she made her exit, not caring if any of the others had anything else to say to her. It didn't matter now, she had her own duties to perform and if she was lucky Sabeen would already be heading for the borders and Firefly could grant her own form of justice off the packlands and where no one would have to know otherwise. Rumors if they spread could be justified as just that, rumors and gossip, but she doubted that anyone would care for what she was going to do to the hag when she found her. If anything they'd just be disappointed they didn't get there first.
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Cercelee looked at Svara, her voice firm. “I can speak to whoever I wish however I wish, and you have no say in the matter child, so learn to accept that.” If she wished to criticize Firefly, it was her right as their leader. Cercelee made no comment to Firefly as she spoke and dismissed herself, she could guess where the women was headed. Sabeen would be the women’s target and normally Cercelee would have forbid it, leaving it in the warrior’s hands. However, Cer also knew Firefly had to feel useful, feel like justice was being served for Svara, so she didn’t say anything. Sabeen brought it on herself anyway.
“Svara don’t assume to know how we think or what we’ll do. If you’ve so little faith in your pack then you needn’t stay here. I see a great injustice has been committed upon you, and I assure you action will be taken.” Cercelee couldn’t help but lecture the youth, even though she had risen into adult ranks she acted very much like a child. Like Firefly in some respects. Even if the situation on hand was desperate, Cercelee would not rush into it and forget everything else. No longer did she feel the need to accept the disrespect of those lower in rank to her.
Cercelee met Cwmfen’s gaze and nodded as the Adonis filled her in. Cwmfen words confirmed Svara’s own, no council would be needed to determine what to do with the female. “She is to be removed from the pack, whatever means you find appropriate Cwmfen, though I’d guess Firefly is a step ahead of you there. Find Sabeen as soon as you can, Firefly too.” Then she turned to Hanna and felt no resistant at issuing orders to her either, if the female was going to waltz through the borders like a member than Cer would treat her as such. “You can follow behind with me Hanna, in case anyone needs assistance later.” Medical assistance, for Dahlia members only, Sabeen would be excluded.
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I'm RAGE FILLED AND YOUR RIGHT THERE!
An arrogant smile tilted svara's lips. "so said the dictator." The she wolf said that grin still at the edge of her lips. Firefly's words made svara forget the lead she wolf quickly. If there were any wolves in this pack Svara would stand with it would be the acer and the adonis. The two women were her strength, even though she would neve admit it to them, her pride and her self esteem couldn't take it. Her once bright two yellow eyes would have watched the acer, but now they just stared uselessly.
It would be stupid of her to say that firefly's words hadn't stung, making her heart ache slightly in her young chest. Did her words mean so little to the female? Guess it just proved her existance wasn't very high. Though she couldn't see firefly the moment she walked past her the womens tail trailing affectionatly across her side, svara felt like a new energy was given to her with the simple gesture, memories of when a bear could have taken her life had the women not saved her life. It had been because of Svara she had lost one of her pups.
Cercelees words only seemed to further enrage Svara. Grinding her teeth she wished she could stare the women down, to bad she wasn't quit sure where she was even standing. "Do you enjoy saying something like that to me? I'm stating the obvious. I told Haku when he was accepting her what would happen, and he didn't listen. What do you think it feels like Rosea to have the man you trust accept the women who murdered your father into this pack? So sorry if I don't have that much trust in my pack at the moment, maybe I'll get some of it back with my sight." The young women said in a light voice that was filled with more then anger and sorrow, but betrayl, hopelessness, and fear.
Moving towards the smell of Cwmfen she tried not to bump into the female. It really ate at her to have to ask which way was the den, to know she couldn't even SEE her mother leave the pack. "Which way is the den?" Svara asked lowly embarrassed. What was she going to do after all of this? They could chase Sabeen off, even kill her, but they couldn't give back what she had taken. Svara didn't miss Cercelee asking for Hanna's assistance medically, another ache laced through the girls heart and a part of her just wanted to go into Cwmfens den and give up, it seemed so much easier at this point.
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Hanna watched silently as Firefly left, which naturally chafed at Svara's 'good' humor. Given what had been said, she had as good an idea as Cer did where the reddish female was headed, but the Rosea let her go without a word to her. Cer's voice did sound in reprimand to Svara, however, and then in lecture, to which Svara responded badly. It was her nature, after all, to be hurtful, but Hanna could faintly hear the other emotions that were there.
Cer spoke again, issuing orders first to the other woman, who Hanna assumed by association was Cwmfen, and then to herself, which surprised her if nothing else. She shifted her bag so it rested more evenly. Hanna was more than prepared to tend any wounds that would come as consequence to the dismissal of Svara's mother, this.. Sabeen, though she hoped it wouldn't come to that. She nodded to Cer, softly saying, "Yes, ma'am, will do."
Svara began to leave then, and Hanna reached to stop her, to guide the staff into her hand. "Here, Svara. I was bringing this for you, anyway. Please, take it."
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Cwmfen’s ears flicked with mild irritation at Svara’s insolence, which Cercelee responded to immediately. What made her think that she could speak to Cercelee that way, to even order her? This was perhaps Svara’s greatest flaw, in Cwmfen’s eyes, for the girl could not give respect. Cercelee was first the Rosea, and she was also older than Svara. Both rank and age, to the Caledonian-Korean, required attention first. These things required immediate respect, whether or not that individual had conflicting ideals. And Cwmfen, at that moment, could not see why indeed Svara continued to stay within the pack when, apparently, so many of its members were not to her liking. It seemed to the warrior that the girl superficially respected only Haku and Firefly, and perhaps at times herself. But that was not enough. Svara needed to learn her place within the pack soon or there would be trouble. There was no doubt about that in the warrior’s mind.
Cwmfen was silent as the tension between the Rosea and the Acer elevated, but then the golden mother decided to leave, to excuse herself. There was no doubt in her mind or in Cercelee’s, it seemed, as to where the other female was going. The warrior nodded silently to Cercelee’s orders, offering a simple, “I will,” with that soft voice. Briefly, she considered the other black female; if Cercelee were giving orders to her, then it must mean that they both knew each other and trusted each other, at least to a certain extent. And so satisfied, she was about to leave when Svara moved closer, asking in which direction the den was. The woad bound fingers gently took the girl’s shoulders as she pointed her in the correct direction, murmuring quietly in her ear, “My scent should still be warm, and I have just come from there,” so that only the girl could hear, sparing her any more public humiliation (and she knew that the girl’s pride was becoming increasingly battered). Her hand lingered there for a moment before the white orbs turned a final time to the white Rosea, and then she was gone.
The warrior moved as quickly as her scars would allow, gripping the spear lightly as she moved through the trees. The Raven Spear’s blade, held at a slight angle, sniffed the air before her. And then the Raven himself made his appearance, calling to her. He knew where the Sabeen woman was. And then he lifted off again, rising almost vertically back into the heavens, moving ahead so that the warrior could follow. It was not long before she caught up with Firefly, and she made a silent greeting to her packmate, offering her a light smile and a single wag of her woad tipped tail. She had thought it before and she thought it again. While this golden woman had her flaws, Cwmfen could respect her because of her powerful will. And she hoped that that would not change. And she knew that this female could be volatile, which was why she knew that she had to arrive alongside this woman before things got too out of hand.
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