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Draugr is by Despi!

The wolfdog stared at the door where her slave was concealed. Why had she even taken him? It had been Miqui's suggestion, and Draugr had thought him joking at first. Though large in stature, the wolf was one-eyed and old -- and covered with scars, to boot. He had also been difficult and, thus far, completely unproductive in any means. Perhaps it was a joke? A strange and very unwelcome stab of insecurity came to Draugr, and the wolfdog pulled her knees up to her chest. She was tucked in the alcove of her bed, leaned back against the stone.

Despite the open doors and windows, it was hot within her house, and the hybrid was panting softly. She thought it was the heat, but acknowledged the possibility that it might well be anxiety. Draugr did not know if Miqui, as a Confidant and her new equal in rank, was making mock to show Draugr her proper place. He might be sharing his laugh with the other Confidants and perhaps even the Tradesmen, or even the leadership right this moment. Panic seized her, and the wolfdog stood up abruptly, though she sank back down almost immediately, not knowing where she might go or what she might do. She longed to seek out her mother, but she dared not run to mama Siv at the first inkling of trouble. She was an adult and a Confidant, and obligated to deal with her own messes now.

Slowly, the dark woman rose again and crept toward her table, reaching for the soft leather skin there. The water was warm, but it soothed her throat all the same. Her pale eyes lingered on the door, glancing away every now and again, but always drawn back toward it. There was silence from within, and Draugr wondered -- or maybe hoped -- for a moment whether the wolf was dead. It would surely solve a few of her problems. Perhaps, under Salsolian law, she could even take his life without repercussions? The hybrid lingered on this possibility a moment, her eyes shifting to the axe and sword laid beside one another on the table.

Draugr crept toward the door, the waterskin still in hand, and pressed one ear to it.

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