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[Svara Thames]

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For Deuce! Sorry took so long

I'm RAGE FILLED AND YOUR RIGHT THERE!

Svara sat with her red cloth around her eyes. She wore it only to keep infection out. At the moment she had a salve under the red cloth over the wounds near and over her eyes. Only one of her eyes was was useful now, but it only gave her head aches to use it, so she had stopped and gave up. At the moment her life felt like it was falling apart. Her mother refused to admit she had done this, which of course meant she didn't really believe she had done it. Svara looked repulsive now and couldn't see.

A rough sigh escaped the bitter women. She was no longer a pup. The pack wouldn't take her shit anymore, wouldn't call her a spoiled brat, but a bitch. A smile curled onto her maw. What did she care? She couldn't see them anymore anyways. Blind, Svara felt stuck in her own world. It would be horribly hard to be an herbalist when she could find the herbs. Svara knew she would have to learn everything in a different way now or she was going to never make it.

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[Deuce Rhiannon]

((Is she still hiding in her cabin?))

Deuce had heard through the grapevine that Svara had been injured. She figured she needed to visit the female, to offer her assistnce. She was, afterall, the healer of the pack now, and in charge of the physical health of her packmates. She carried her herbs in her pack, acutely aware of the missing presence of her daughter and older son. Noah had come and visited, and Deuce had sent both Willow and Tal with him, away to safety. Pack dynamics being what they were, she couldn't trust that her children were safe anymore. So she sent them far away. Perhaps she would follow someday, or they would return. She didn't know.

[Svara Thames]

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MOT FINISHED

I'm RAGE FILLED AND YOUR RIGHT THERE!

The sound of another made her ears move on top of her head. The scent was a she wolf from Dahlia. Getting to her paws she held her breath to listen more. The sound was close and she could hear it getting closer. Moving finally in the direction she heard the sound coming from she knew who the wolf was suddenly. The image of the white wolf with the torn ear came to mind. Moving towards where she knew

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