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Draugr is by Haley!
Draugr knew little about training a llama or what happened when a llama went bad, but she thought this one was rather nice. The female was friendly, but she could become irritable on occasion, treating Luperci as she did her fellow llamas -- that is, with spitting and attempts at wrestling. The brown one was easier to handle, and perhaps it was for that reason he'd been chosen to accompany Draugr and Miqui south. The drab-colored wolfdog walked toward the back of the wagon and began the task of untying the rope from the rear. The knot was tightly tied and had swollen thanks to the drizzling rain on the first day of their journey, but after a moment, the wolfdog had gotten it untied.
Tobacco is good. Bowls and jugs, too. What is "i tak dalej," though? the woman asked, cocking her head to one side and peering at Io with queerly pale eyes. She remembered the rope and handed it over -- perhaps a trusting move for a Salsolian, but it was not as if they didn't know where this pack was if they were cheated, anyway. The Associate glanced toward the chestnut horse, roving over it with appreciative eyes. She was not very experienced with livestock, but even she knew a nice-looking animal when she saw one. Trader was not worthy of being compared to this creature physically, and while the chestnut mare was not quite so big as Blanche, she was leggier and looked positively sleek.
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