(558) sorry for rambling o_o last paragraph is the only one needed to read, really..
Draugr is by me!
Draugr was growing steadily more familiar with Halifax. She doubted very much her ability to navigate the city as she did the forests and fields closest to her home, but at least now she knew what to look for. The tallest buildings -- and often, the worst in condition -- lurked near to the harbor, and the harbor neatly cleaved the city in two. The suburban sprawl surrounding the city was most difficult for Dra to understand, but so long as she could see the spires in the distance, either before or behind her, depending on direction -- she could navigate.
It was away from those tallest places just now. Dyrne was laden with the things she'd scavenged from the city, ranging from trinkets to more valuable knives. She'd found three -- one was streaked with rust and even starting to crumble, but its hilt, of some sturdy and unknown material made by man, might still be salvaged. The next were in just slightly better condition than the first. The best of the three was a dull affair with a slightly loose feel to the blade. Perhaps it was cheaply made -- it might have been better left where she'd found it.
Curiosity had driven her clutching fingers to the city, however, and perhaps it was the thing that made it impossible for her to walk away from such a find. Aside from these, the most prized thing she'd discovered was strung around her neck -- a fourth necklace to compliment her present three. It was a long and thin chain, drooping almost as low as the carved bone necklace, which itself nearly reached her navel. Interspersed with the spidery silver chain, large jewels -- faux ones, Draugr was sure -- sparkled and shone. Its size and prettiness meant it might well fetch a good price, despite the poor quality of the gemstones.
A squeal drew Dyrne into alertness, and the big chestnut stamped one large hoof in irritation. Her head was lifted, ears pricked up. There were noises of struggle and conflict, now drawing the wolfdog's attention. Despite her horse's anxiety, she drove the animal forward. The horse, well-trained, obeyed with minor sourness in her flattened ears, but she obeyed. Motion on the ground before Draugr caught the hybrid's attention, and her pale eyes fixed on the small form of a piglet. Dyrne pawed at the earth, but Draugr directed the mare around the struggling form with indifference.
She was more curious about the figure making its way toward the dilapidated barn, dragging the corpse of a much larger pig. There was still another form, pale gray streaked with coal, making its way more cautiously toward the structure. Draugr gave Dyrne a little bit of her heels, and the big horse broke into a lazy trot, shortening up when they'd covered most of the field between Draugr and this stranger. She pulled Dyrne to a stop altogether and sat a moment, contemplating whether to let the horse wander. In the end, the hybrid decided to remain seated, though she edged the horse forward. Hunter, she called mildly. There was curiosity in her voice -- it was no easy thing to kill the wild pigs left behind. They had lost all shred of domestication, and those which persisted in the world were as tough as their boar ancestors.
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