(368) Controlling Morana, might have Miqui or somebody else show up later to help poor Dra. :C Figured Siv or Morana can take on Saule so I'm not roleplaying with myself in a corner. 8B
Draugr is by Wander!
Though Draugr did not know how to fight, her attempts to learn were not altogether fruitless. Ziva Kreskes, one of the new Associates, bore many scars, and this woman had begun educating Draugr on those very basic tenets of fighting. The drab canine found it hard work and more boring than most else that went on within Salsola -- it was far more boring than the garden, let alone Larkspur's funeral. Still, Salsola was in a dangerous place -- they had suffered attacks, after all. The drab-hued woman needed to better herself to serve her pack, and that included learning a little of everything.
She had failed her test to attain a Family rank, and so she must round her skills even more. The fishing weir had drawn Dra's attention today, and the youth was working with Ziva's older sister. Morana bore few scars and was rather pretty, in the new Associate's opinion. Her deep purple eyes were like the young wolfdog's own, and this alone was enough to endear Morana to her, however slightly. The net was almost to the rocks when Draugr heard it -- a strange sound, like splashing.
Morana heard it, too, for the woman bounded over to Draugr and whispered her intent to hide. Draugr crept toward the edge of the water and lingered near a bush, watching a trio of wolves pass on horseback. They rode in the deeper reaches of the river. The drab-hued wolfdog quickly realized, however, the splashing wasn't the only sound -- there were other hoofbeats, too. She did not need to hear those to know they were under attack, and despite Morana's whispered pleas, the Associate tilted her head back and bayed a warning to the pack, charging up the bank.
She shifted even as she moved, taking her halfling form as easily as one took air. A few moments later, four paws beat against the earth rather than two. Dra was glad to hear sounds of Morana's accompaniment from behind her, though she dared not turn and look. She could see the trio of riders bearing down on them now -- their leader a pale white and more scarred than Ziva.
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