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Draugr is by Requiem!
Dark ears flicked upright with the speech, though she did not lift her head or her gaze. She was no young child anymore, unbound by the hierarchy and free to spend days playing and romping with age-mates. Her mother outranked her, though Draugr might have been equal with mama Siv if only she'd succeeded with her task. The hybrid hadn't understood the riddle, however, and she'd been incapable of thinking in the way such wordplay required. Perhaps now, if only she could try again -- but she could not, and she was relegated to her rank until the leadership thought her capable of advancement.
She hesitated, frowning. It depends who you ask, she said, quietly. You told me different things. The dog chases it across the sky, the wolf carries it on his back, the Luperci throws it with one great heave. Draugr trailed off, still frowning and wondering if she'd gotten it right. The precise separation of her mother's tales and the tales told to her by Salsolians, and even by outsiders, was muddled: Draugr was no longer certain which tale had originated with Siv and which had come from other canines, other memories.
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