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Draugr is by Haley!
Splashing through the Pictou River, Draugr had come up and into Salsola's territory already tired from her journey. She had been investigating the horse herds that now roamed the marshes between her pack and Inferni in her four-legged form. Still, as soon as she arrived within her pack's borders, instead of heading straight home, the wolfdog veered right and headed along the border, slipping through the twisted pine forests. She was not silent as she moved, for she was not hunting, herself, but scouting, instead. Had she known the presence up ahead, she would have avoided it entirely -- but the wind was against her, too, and she could not smell Salvia. The cross-breeze was blowing their scents away and further inland, as usual with the sweeping bay winds.
Emerging from a clump of low-slung blueberry bushes -- where she paused to sample a few of the sweet berries -- the wolfdog froze suddenly, aware of Salvia's presence. She stared, pale eyes wide, for only a moment before hunkering close to the earth, ears flat and head lowered with submission. Though her gaze longed to linger on the figure of the pack's Cicerone, she forcibly averted them, keeping them on the woman's feet. Occasionally, they appraised the cat at her side, but never did they lift. Dra wanted to run away and run forward at the same time, but she dared not do either. She remained, silent and still, awaiting a command or a curse from the second of her pack.
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