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Draugr is by me!
Her pale eyes lingered on her companion, wondering if they would be strong enough to lift him up. Surely, Mama Siv would be able to pick him up by herself -- she could cradle him as she'd cradled baby Draugr. The wolfdog knew this must be true, but she was not her mother and she did not have her mother's size or strength. So she lifted with Ataxia, picking up the big wolf by the ankles and hoping his big claws did not come flying toward her face.
Draugr trembled with the effort of dragging the wolf, and soon his rear dragged against the ground. His head, the more important part, was clutched safely between Gjalda's hands, at least -- the slave was doing his part in keeping the stranger's skull from getting any more hard taps. The stranger muttered a word Dra did not fully hear through the noise of their efforts, but otherwise did not seem to stir, even with their motion. Huffing and grunting, Draugr shuffled toward the travois and positioned her end of the stranger over it, nodding to Ataxia as she let him down gently. The Associate did not want to let him drop, though she thought her arms might let go despite her wishes.
With the big stranger in the travois, the hybrid breathed again, a long sighing exhale, and looked at Ataxia with a grin. Let's get him back, she said, and moved aside for the silver-shaded woman to lead her own horse. She began walking back toward the pack immediately, shaking and stretching her arms out. Gjalda trailed after her, still considering himself in her service. The slave had a muted, dead sort of expression -- perhaps he guessed Ataxia's intent with the big wolf? Dra simply hoped she wouldn't be considered an accomplice if it turned out the stranger was no sort of fit canine for slavery. She couldn't very well have refused one of higher rank asking for her help, after all.
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