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Draugr is by me!
The little suitcase seemed full of all the treasures of the world. It could contain quite literally anything, and the woody-hued wolfdog lamented that she could not have opened it. It felt like fire under her arm, and she practically buzzed with the excitement of what secrets might be within. It still felt heavy enough to contain something, though that might have been that it was also quite water-logged, even if most of the liquid had drained out. Yet there was no sloshing from within the case, and Draugr's imagination went wild with creative fantasies of what might be within the effectively locked case.
It was easier going out than it had been coming in, perhaps owing to the fact that Draugr could see the waves coming from a long way off. The bay swelled with them, and she was able to brace herself rather well before they came and swept over her feet. Itachi led them out differently, as well, and this path seemed marginally easier than the one she had chosen. The dark woman marked this in her mind, noting it almost as if she'd stuck a post-it note over her mental image of Itachi. The exterior air was refreshingly crisp, and Dra breathed in huge lungfuls of it, keeping the grin from her face by will alone.
Once they were on suitably dry ground, the dark woman carried the briefcase over toward Itachi and set it down, stepping back. She peered down inquisitively, and soon sat down on the ground so she was on a level with the coyote. Styrr appeared as if from nowhere, bolting over to make herself comfortable in her lap, glowering at Itachi all the while. She was quick to depart, however, once the rock came down on the briefcase -- and did so with such comical haste Draugr went so far as to chuckle, despite the sharp pinpricks of white-hot pain where the cat's claws had dug into her.
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