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Draugr is by Despi!
The drab-hued wolfdog could no longer restrict herself exclusively to Salsola. She had come to realize, rather abruptly, just how small their territory was. It was a lovely corner of the Drifter Bay area, really, and well-protected by the river and otherwise relatively flat plains. A scout could see quite a long way off. But Dra had realized that there were the mountains, the lands beyond, the southlands and their thick forests, and many more places she had yet to see. Much of her exploration had concentrated on territory just around Salsola prior to this -- it was just today she had decided, rather on a whim, to creep up the Halcyon Mountain and into the former territory of Ichika no Ho-en.
Dra could not have produced the pack's name, of course -- it was a faint and faded memory, a vague reference of "the enemy." One of her first lessons in Salsolian culture was that there were different sorts of outsiders. The average outsider, hardly worth a Salsolian's time, was nothing to bother with -- but on occasion, a single outsider or group of outsiders might establish themselves as the enemy. From there, it was her job -- as with the rest of Salsola -- to seek out and destroy that enemy. She wondered if it had been Salsola to destroy this enemy -- there was not a hint of wolf-scent here any longer. The land was unclaimed.
Dyrne had been left to wander in a meadow, and now Draugr wandered on her lonesome along the streets of some forgotten village. This, too, had been within the pack's claims, though she wrinkled her nose at the ugliness of it. These houses had plastic-looking siding and strange shingles on the roof. Her experience, primarily with the Millstone Village, had produced an expectation of rustic villages and farmhouses in Dra.
She was, of course, inclined to think the sorts of villages taken by Salsola were superior to these decaying parts of suburbia. Perhaps there was a tiny grain of truth to that, as well -- looking from one rotting building from the next, Dra noted one in three was obviously damaged, perhaps one in six destroyed beyond recognition by a falling tree limb or simple collapse. In contrast, Salsola's village was still standing sturdily, for the most part. A shack here, a toolshed there had fallen in and collapsed, but it seemed the older forms of construction were built to withstand more than these places.
Her primary objective was simple observation. She had never ventured into another pack's territory, and, upon discovering the emptiness north of the mountain, desired to know just what it was the previous occupant found so alluring about this territory. Dra had not yet found indication of this territory's exceptional usefulness. Though she was not quite tired, Draugr went to the curb and sat down abruptly, looking around with a rather sour expression on her face. Bored was more apt than tired, and the wolfdog was not accustomed to feelings of boredom. She had expected to find great adventure here, and instead found almost nothing noteworthy.
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