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Draugr is by Alaine!
Draugr hadn't received many compliments, and even learning it was only liked because it was different to one's accustomed coloration made her feel flushed. She could not stop the silvery tip of her tail from twitching back and forth a few times, and she looked down, fiddling with Dyr's mane. Though she was smiling, she couldn't quite look up at him, either. Did her like her, too, or just her fur? The question lingered, and she decided this must be the case -- he was flustered, perhaps more than he ought to be, and he was talking a lot for someone she'd just met. Perhaps that was just his custom, though?
My daddy was half-dog, she explained, nodding her agreement. I haven't met a lot of dogs, so it's good to meet one. And never a white coyote, she said, looking up again with half a grin, agreeing with his assessment of his fur. You're from Inferni, and you have a pretty coyote face, so you must be coyote, too, she said, smiling and leaving the word pretty up for interpretation -- whether she meant his face looked mostly coyote or she found it comely, he'd have to decide. Perhaps that was her intent -- she thought it a good idea to determine where his feelings were, exactly, and she wouldn't figure it out without posing a riddle -- however elementary -- of her own.
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