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Draugr is by Requiem!
Scouting and silence she had learned during the war. Her adulthood was begun with bloodshed, and her learning had been soaked in it. It was the coyotes of Inferni she'd followed, the slinking and smaller cousin creatures of the wolf. She held nothing for or against their species, but she had learned from them, and they had risen just slightly in her estimation. Otherwise, Draugr was woefully ignorant of the outside packs -- and preferred it to be this way. They were outsiders and fraternizing with them was not what she did. Well, except for Max -- and that had been alright because he was a coyote, and he was of Inferni. Salsola looked kindly upon the eastern coyotes, after all, and so long as she did not flaunt her deeds, it mattered not.
The darker shadow followed along almost at the heels of the larger wolf, not wishing to usurp for a moment the leader's position the green-eyed woman had occupied by right of strength. Here was the power Draugr did truly respect within the clan -- Sirius was a myth, grown larger than life in his surrounding legend and tale. She had seen him but a sparse few times, and though he resonated with strength, it was women she had respected and followed all her life, and Salvia had been the visible woman at the helm for some time now. Her mother before her, too, weak as the coal-hued woman was. Siv had whispered so, ever so quietly, and what Siv had said would happen had come to pass. Thus, the timberwolfish Cicerone Draugr now hunted with.
The silver-tipped woman's nose caught the scent of a creature, one she recognized as a rarity within Salsola's borders. Her instinct, drawn out of the depths of her mind, now operated her. She slid away from Salvia, creeping along on her own path parallel to the larger woman. Soon, the noises of a creature, ponderously large and moving slowly with the surety of one in its own territory, caught the woman's ears. The only unknown in the equation, the one her instincts were not prepared to deal with, was the cat -- and so she ignored it for the most part, treating it in some vague way like a handicapped Luperci hunter. Draugr had never seen any of the felines within Salsola hunt other than Itzcitla, and his preference for fish and river-dwelling creatures had lent her to an impression of laziness where hunting was concerned.
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