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Draugr is by me!
Draugr was a creature comfortable with both day and night, cold and warmth. The world around her simply was -- immutable as it was, she was powerless to change her surroundings. She could no more force the sun to rise than she could turn her own skin from wolf to bear -- so it was that each season and each time of day went without notice on her part. Sunrises were beautiful, but they occurred daily, and young as she was, she had seen enough of them to begin finding them commonplace.
The sharp chill of morning was not so cold as it was in the depths of winter, and the drab-hued wolfdog knew the cold would disappear with the golden light of morning. Fog clung low to the earth, and she trotted through it in her four-legged form, low to the ground. She sought a meal or a plaything or a conversation, any of the above. Dra had not yet mastered the art of entertaining herself with thought or other quiet activities, and she frequently required a companion to keep herself entertained. Her rank saved her the troubles of the adult world, though she was aware of her pack's current situation. Still, it did not concern her until she undertook her task, and she still felt she was not yet ready for such things.
The deep beige youth prowled close to a small pool, a dip in the earth that was fed by rainwater or an underground stream, but stopped a moment to peer over the water's edge at herself. Draugr had no mirror and was unfamiliar with her own face. The adult's gaze that stared back at her was surprising, and the youth settled to her haunches and leaned closer to the water, lavender eyes narrowing as she studied the darkness of her own muzzle, the pale silver blaze between her eyes, and even the odd color of her fur. It was almost red-brown, almost gray, but not quite either of the two. It almost was the color that ran along mama Siv's belly, she knew, but not quite that shade, either.
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