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Draugr is by me!
Although she was lacking in that awed, wonderstruck quality she had in the presence of her mother, Draugr was most certainly afraid, and utterly uncertain as to how she was supposed to act. Submission was instinctual, deeply ingrained, and she was too shocked to stop her body from these ingrained displays of her inferiority. It seemed they were well-received, however, for there was only a noise from the greater woman, and then a nudge against her. The hybrid rose -- on surprisingly unshaking limbs -- to deliver the customary greeting of her pack. As the hybrid brushed the side of her muzzle against the Cicerone's, the timberwolf's scent came to her nose more strongly. There was the acridity of salt and the smells of the Salsolian marshes, and the clearer scent of their Boss, perhaps more strongly carried on Salvia's pelt than any of the rest of them, as was her right. Who else should fraternize with their leader but his second?
Dra could not imagine brushing muzzles with him, but until a moment ago, she could not have imagined doing the same with Salvia, either. Her pale eyes were drawn to the movement of the cat, and it was then Draugr realized their intent to hunt. Salvia's touch against her shoulder awakened the oldest of feral instincts. They had slept through her dog's blood, but they sang strong in her wolf's blood, and she had inherited this from both mother and father. The oldest blood of the oldest and purest wolves of the north, untouched by man even in their heyday. Draugr was a hunter by nature -- she had not needed to learn this skill with the arduous preciseness that she had cultivation and gardenwork. There was no reading involved with learning to hunt. Her puppyhood play had educated her as much as anything else, and by the time she was seven months, there were hunts with her mother and other adults of Salsola, however rare. Then hunts of her own -- and now, hunts of prestige, with the leadership? Her tail raised with the pride of it -- although decidedly lower than Salvia's -- and she stalked after the pair, moving with far more silence than she had in her trampling rush to scout the borders and return home. All tiredness seemed to evaporate with the engaging of the hunter's mindset and stride.
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