Draugr is by Haley!
Draugr was not used to the emotion of fear -- it was perhaps her inexperience which led to the delay in realizing just what the silvery coyote was showing her. The wolfdog gawked quizzically at the rust-splashed woman, not comprehending until she took the deep inhales of breathing meant to steady oneself. Then, and only then, did the Associate recognize the fear smell on the silvery woman. She withdrew, scooting back a step or two, pale eyes curious and almost afraid herself. Why was she afraid? She smelled like Salsola, she was was of Salsola -- what did she have to fear? Perhaps they were being attacked again -- but no alarm had been sounded. The air was still and quiet as it had been moments ago.
The drab hybrid was almost afraid the woman would run, but she blinked, and then spoke. It was only a word -- or perhaps a sound -- but it was something. She looked around, ascertaining their isolation, and spoke again, recognizing her nakedness and picking up the hide she'd dropped. Draugr settled to her haunches slowly, a gesture rife with uncertainty. Why are you afraid? We're in Salsola. There's no one who can hurt us here, the wolfdog said, tone far more curious than it was chiding.
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