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Draugr is by Alaine!
The hybrid shook her head firmly, willing herself to remain silent. She'd refused -- it was time for the woman to move along, and if she did not -- well, Draugr knew what she had to do, but she was anxious at the thought. The shadow beside her addressed the trader and Dra looked toward her for a moment with wide purple eyes, nodding her agreement with the massive woman. She felt much a dwarf beside the taller creature, and her small, wolfish ears laid flat against her head as the trader took a step forward, shaking her bag insistently at them.
Trade, she barked. There was the stink of poorly cured pelts rising from the bag -- rot, as it was. Draugr recognized it and crinkled her nose, putting a hand over the end her muzzle. Again she shook her head, taking a step off to the side again. This time, she moved away from the shadow, sidling sideways to avoid the trader and her striking bag without being immersed in the shadow -- or bumping into a Luperci, either way. Dra wasn't sure which would happen yet. The shade might very well be a ghost-shadow in truth, and if she stepped into it -- well, this was also something Dra didn't know and couldn't consider in the moment.
What she said, Dra breathed. I do not want your badly-cured pelts. Mama Siv makes things more lovely in her sleep. Dra herself was no accomplished leatherworker, but even she knew better than what the tradeswoman offered. The insistent creature took another step toward Dra, and the hybrid growled her warning, short and simple and the deep, rumbling growl of a dog. It was a voice that did not fit her appearance, to say the least -- much like her howl. This growl was the only warning Draugr delivered, the last the woman would have to turn and go.
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