(--) Eris ain't coming. :|
Draugr is by me!
The call shivered through the air and Draugr stirred inside her ruins. Dyrne snorted her displeasure at the sound, safely stalled on the other side of the wall. The wolfdog blinked awake slowly and stretched, yawning widely. She thought she'd dreamed the howl, when the horse made another sound -- clear displeasure at this disruption. Draugr stirred and moved more quickly, sitting up. She didn't take the time to light any of the few candles nestled into the stair alcoves, but she did pull on her pale skirt, cinching it around her waist. She ran her fingers through her hair frantically, trying to smooth it down. It steadfastly refused her command, and she needed to go. Sliding out of the door, she paused only a moment to offer a withered apple to Dyrne. The horse took it eagerly and chomped away, placated by her master's peace offering.
She saw others moving toward the ruins -- one ruin in particular, it seemed. The drab wolfdog slid in amongst the company of her packmates, glancing about warily. She searched for her mother, but she did not see her as of yet. Nor was it the expected caller -- she hadn't been awake enough to identify the voice, and now she saw Salvia standing there. Ears pressed against her head and she shrank. These matters did not concern peons such as herself, and she knew she would do well to avoid any added attention from the Salsolians around her. Licking her dark muzzle anxiously, the Associate waited for the news to be shared. Surely it was something important -- this was no supper.
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