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Draugr is by me!
Dra was not certain of her place here. She was assisting her mother, of course, but beyond that -- she had not known the dark man well. Only in passing had she seen him, and his countenance had always been one to intimidate Draugr, much like the green-eyed hybrid standing apart from the cluster of the Auxiliary and her seeming attendants. Neither did the drab canine feel comfortable walking off; she remained near her mother, hovering and hesitating, but when the white wolf stepped forward and the ceremony commenced, she knew to step away, shuffling toward the gathering in the most inconspicuous manner possible. She did not think they were paying attention to her, anyway, but it was better not to draw their attentions anyway.
She stood apart from the rest, on the fringes of the group, but nonetheless with them. Her purple eyes were focused on her mother as she began to speak, and the youth listened with both ears pricked forward in interest, her pale eyes watching. She was not certain what was coming -- she thought she knew, but she was not certain. As the funeral proceeded, the language changed, and Draugr's excitement was visible, a tremble running through her body. She did not know the words, she could not know the words yet. Someday, she might learn them, if mama Siv thought her worthy, but not yet.
The drab-furred wolfdog was leaning forward, but she jerked as the knife swung and entered the slave's side. The dark hybrid watched with widened eyes as her mother moved the red canine bodily toward the pyre. The pale wolf lit the fire, and Draugr's heart leapt. To her left, she heard a wail -- a turn of her head showed her the form of The Auxiliary, head thrown back with both ears pressed flat into her wild tangle of hair. She clutched at and leaned heavily on her supporters, gesturing at the pyre and moaning wordlessly.
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