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Draugr is by me!

The first stars were appearing as Draugr emerged from her home, blinking in the sudden dimness. The candles kept her home well-lit, and though she'd blown them out before leaving, the wolfdog's pale purple eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. Though there was a blaze of red-orange on the western horizon, evidence of the nearly-gone day, the noise of crickets and other night creatures was already loud. Dra gave a shiver and her fur puffed outward, settling back down as she relaxed again. Her paws pointed in the direction of her mother's home, and she trotted there quickly.

Part of her wanted to ride Dyrne, but there was no point in saddling the mare and getting her prepared for riding on such a short journey. The wolfdog instead had given her half an apple, leaving the other half within her home for later. It would be browning by the time she returned, but Dyrne never seemed to care how brown, withered, or wormy her apples were -- they were a treat no matter their state to the horse. Thinking of her and what she represented made Dra smile: the horse was freedom, surely, for she could travel much greater distances ahorse than on foot.

She was surprised to find her mother outside, and stopped a good distance away, studying the woman with light eyes. It was only another moment before she stepped forward again, hovering once she drew nearer. She did not speak yet, but kept her eyes lowered, muzzle pointed toward the ground.

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