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Someone to discuss/prepare for attacks with Dra? Something like that, anyway. WHATEVER ACTUALLY IDK THIS CHARACTER AT ALL YET DEAR GOD I'M AWKWARD ._.
Draugr is by me!
The sprawling plains and marshes of Drifter Bay were beginning to bloom. Everywhere, tiny purple and yellow and white flowers sprung up from the ground. They were miniature precursors to spring's full blossom. Draugr had not yet experienced this season, but she knew it well enough: spring was the time of rebirth, when the whole earth shed its winter-dulled coat and returned to its splendor. She could remember only the fire-colors and smoke-smells of autumn, the cold and snow and faint desperation of winter, and was eager to experience this new season.
Despite her rank, Draugr appeared very much an adult: at nearly eight months, she was almost fully grown. Draugr was tall, not as tall as her mother and built thinner, but Salsola was a pack of coyotes and hybrids, too: she towered over some. Her mind seemed to work more as an adult's, as well. Her youngest months were spent with her mother alone, and playtime was sparse in those days. Survival was more important than playing about, and this instinct had settled deep within Dra. Perhaps it was time to move to the adult ranks. This consideration weighed heavily on the young wolfdog's shoulders lately -- she was approaching the time when her advancement was becoming necessity.
It was for these reasons she remained close to her pack's borders, never straying more than a hundred feet from the stone wall that now made her pack's northernmost boundary. She did not understand why they had expanded their claim, but it was not her place to ask these questions. Maybe mama Siv knows, she thought, settling down to the earth. The old grasses, what had survived of winter, smelled of must and rot, but they were giving their nutrients and the last of themselves over to feed the next generation, already sprouting up vividly green amongst the yellow of last year's growth.
Some might have called it scouting, others would refer to it as lazing. Dra simply watched -- her pale eyes regarded the distant mountains and the line of the pine forests to the north, watching closely for any signs of movement. The attackers might return at any moment, and she would run and raise the call if they did.
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