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The closeness of the northern pack was deceptive. Draugr waited at the border, her breath pluming up into the air in small silver clouds. She had yet to call for anyone; she was busily taking in the measure of this pack's lands. There were no skulls as their easterly neighbors boasted, and Draugr did not feel as at-ease and welcomed as she had in the far south with Miqui, when she'd trekked to AniWaya with him. Perhaps that was due to the scents she detected -- two, in particular.

This place had interested her for some time: the distance between their packs was, at one point, small enough so that a Salsolian in the northwestern corner of their territory could her the Vinátta canines howling on especially quiet and clear nights. And now, standing a respectful bystander's distance away from their threshold, the earthen-hued woman could smell her own father. Her mother had spoken of trading this pack, but Draugr herself had not known Reykr was here.

The second disquieting smell was that of the Alessandra canine -- removed from Salsola, she was family-turned-outsider. Dra's breath quickened as she considered that pair. She had come to trade, but information was just as good -- she did not think either of them so dangerous they needed watching, but they were former Family cast out, privy to the Salsolian secrets they worked so hard to keep. Her own scent spoke nothing of her homeland -- Draugr smelled strongly of mint, a sweeter undertone provided by the lemon balm. It was an easy scent to use, considering its growth -- their stores of it would last through winter, at least. Its prolific growth also meant it was an easy fallback for the lazy canine, and so Draugr had only augmented the spearmint base.

The hybrid might have been a little embarassed by the offerings strapped to Dyrne's back. A few of her mother's lesser works, though not entirely without beauty. She had taken jars of tallow and oil from the communal storage. Of her own goods, she brought nothing. Draugr had precious few possessions in comparison with many of her pack. Her home was barren and free of ornament. She herself wore only a battered leather skirt, well-worn and well-used, and her typical ornaments. For a Salsolian, it was not much -- but to a feral Luperci, she might have been bedecked with junk.

And now -- she would offer junk for junk, and hope information came along with it in the process. Tilting her coal-hued muzzle back, the woman called for attention.

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A sense of joy and celebration hung in the air. Jul had brought them together, old and young, to presage the end of the world they knew and the beginning of a new chapter. A festive gathering had already begun back in Jordheim, and it would carry on for several days. A bonfire had been set ablaze in the middle of town, where it burned bright and cheery - just the way things had been back in Hilsburn. Thoughts of Barrett, Ariadne, Ezra and his son Elias crossed her mind simultaneously and through the flames, she should see their faces. While her family, especially the children, saw Jul as an opportunity to spend time with their loved ones - Lilin couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of sadness it brought her. A forced smile etched her lips, where it remained for the sake of her companions.

She had excused herself from the gathering after a short while, removing two impressive chunks of meat from the feast and wrapping them in a piece of brown cloth. Axle and Grit did not share the same beliefs and thus, they had been kind enough to temporarily relieve the scouts from their duties. They were out there, dedicating themselves to her as they once had dedicated themselves to Barrett. She had every intention of seeking them out and sharing a meal with them, in hopes of making them feel included. But it wasn't them she found. As her nose lifted towards the sky to draw in a deep, revitalizing breath - it was the imposing smell of mint that wafted its way to her. The Soulstorm heiress inhaled once more, reveling in the fragrance when a call beckoned her forward. Her muzzle lifted and a prompt reply was provided, making her presence known to their visitor and the two dogs on patrol duty.

The snow was thick in certain areas, slowing her pace considerably but she made it there eventually, clutching the meat bundle to her chest. ''Hello.''

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As Draugr waited, she smelled. There were the obvious scents of those she recognized, but a great many more she did not know. She smelled most clearly and above all the sweet and soft smell of youth -- children. The faint smell of smoke drifted to her now and again, though a cross-breeze kept it away most of the time. There was nothing particularly interesting to be gleaned from either borders or breeze, and so Draugr only gave it the most cursory investigation. Anyone could traipse past borders and learn these same things; she intended to know more. Her determination was great, but she did not have so much experience dealing with foreigners. Most of her interactions in the neutral lands had been with scum loners and outsiders; she now dealt with one of a different pack. They had their own law and ruler; her Salsolan successes meant nothing.

The air went silver with the call of another, a feminine voice that sounded of sugar and thunder both. Draugr stood still and listened, small wolfish ears pricked to catch every lingering note of the response. The voice was strange to her -- neither traitor would come to Draugr's call. When the call faded, Draugr moved again, stirred back to life. She ran her hands over the horse's flank, fiddling and fixing the arrangement of things. Draugr had ridden most of the way, dismounting when she drew near. Now, she ascertained the condition of her wares. She was still fiddling with the strap of the chestnut mare's saddle when the faint crunch of approaching footsteps through the snow drew her attention.

She slid up to the horse's head and stood there beside the copper-colored steed. The mare hung her nose over Draugr's shoulder, and both of them watched the approach of the dark canine. She was tipped with a caramel color in places, her eyes bright and blue in the shadow of her coat. Dra did not gaze long, and instead averted her gaze to the snow. If she had learned one thing within Salsola, it was just how to display submission. Tradesman Dra might be within Salsola, but her rank mattered little in this foreign kingdom.

Hello, good lady, Dra said, dipping her head toward the ground. I come north to trade, if you would have me.

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Irises of mediterranean blue flickered with vague recognition; a feeling akin to deja vu. As she drew nearer, it however became clear that they had never before crossed paths. In another life, perhaps. Her pigmentation was roughly similar to her firstborn's, she noted with unspoken amusement. A trivial observation, of course - but it was enough to subconsciously sway her opinion of this younger female. Sapphire met Amethyst. It was fleeting, a second or two at most, before their connection was severed. Dichotomous receivers swivelled with the sound of a greeting, her muzzle pointing downward as she did so - contemplating the offer in relative silence.

''I'm afraid I don't have much with me right now,'' she answered after some time, unwrapping the piece of cloth and revealing the elk meat originally destined to feed Axle and Grit. ''Unless you're hungry, of course.'' Lilin had no qualms with sharing, especially on this particularly sentimental day - she would do right by the Old Gods and show compassion, extending the kindness to outsiders if need be. ''What have you got to trade?'' she continued, allowing her pools of blue to momentarily drift from the young canine to her horse companion.

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Leather goods, made by my mother. The wolfdog offered a smile, nodding toward the meat. Meat for leather was not so great a trade, but establishing a connection and information were worth giving up of one small thing. Draugr withdrew a pouch and a skin, one fit for the carrying of things and the other fit for the carrying of liquid. She held both up in her hands and smiled, pride apparent on her earthen-hued face. Not very pretty, she admitted. But works good. Function was always better than form.

I will give you one or the other, she said. For the meat. It is good meat, and perhaps later, we can stand on even ground. It was not in Salsola to be generous; altruism certainly was not amongst their values, especially altruism directed toward outsiders and foreign packs. However, the wolf-dog was not here just for the slab of meat. She remembered the name Jiva knew her by, and decided it was best if all of Vinátta knew her by this same name.

Valr Njorth, she said by way of introduction. The latter name might still be recognized by her father -- but surely, he'd not know of her visit, and if he heard her false name spoken, he might yet attribute it to another. The Helsi family was not the only family of the Hearg Njorth, after all.

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The ancient Art of Trading was something best left to others; Lilin knew little about the value of items and baubles in general. She would have accepted anything somewhat useful in exchange for the meat. The younger female gave her a choice between two handmade items with an admirable, self-confident smile. Lilin mirrored it, her lips spreading into a lopsided grin. ''Your mother is talented,'' she offered, indicating the waterskin with the tip of her index finger. ''I'll take that one, please. It'll come in handy with my three little ones.'' At the mention of neutral grounds, the Soulstorm heiress replied with a lowered maw, bobbing her head in a slow, nodding motion. She understood the need to show good faith.

''Here. Take it,'' she offered, initiating the exchange by handing over the piece of meat first. The name spoken was discernible, spoken in an accent not unknown to her. Her dichotomous receivers perked instinctively, visibly surprised by the familiarity. Aside from her own companions, she did not know of many others - with the exception of Siv Helsi, a woman she had met near the lake. ''Lilin Soulstorm,'' she said after a moment, allowing a long, significant pause to attenuate her curiosity. ''Do you speak the language of the Old Gods?''

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Information was worth more than goods, and Draugr had gleaned some just in scenting Vinátta -- it was not so valuable as all that, as any Salsolan might wander past the northerly pack's perimeter and scent the number and strength of them, but Draugr was close and interacting with one of their packmembers. The dark hybrid dipped her muzzle and full-out grinned in thanks for the compliment; kind words toward Siv were always pleasing to Dra's ears. She separated the indicated waterskin and replaced the pouch haphazardly, reaching to take as she extended to give. Salsola preferred to take before giving, but the earthy wolfdog was already being given a kindness by the blue-eyed woman's offer.

The woman offered a name but no rank, which suited Draugr well enough, for she'd not offered a pack. Thank you for the trade, Lilin Soulstorm, she repeated, with a smile. I only know a few words, she confessed, shrugging her shoulder. The hybrid still clutched the meat; the smell wafting up from it was good, and it would provide a meal -- but it was not very special meat. Yet there was a trail of conversation to follow, and therein might lie the true prize. I learned them from where my mother came from. Why? Do you? she asked, this last question polite as possible but still eager: she was genuinely curious, and for her own sake rather than the sake of Salsola and its knowledge.

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