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Draugur found himself traveling with someone.

As the pair moved, Draugur would find himself glancing toward his shoulder, making sure Narev was still there. But his glances were distant — fleeting. Almost as if he didn't care that Narev was there, but was clearly very motivated to know that he was.

You like this heat? The complaint lifted easily from his lips, paws burning on the sand as the sun grew full in the sky above. It was vastly different from the clouded mountains he'd spent much of his life in. When you grew up in a pack of albinos and ermine pelts, the shadows were ... your home.

To be in the sun felt ... invasive.

Pointed.

Brutal.

Draugur's tongue would fall from the side of his mouth, mouth agape in a natural pant as he glared toward his travel companion. And the Revenant would run his tongue over his teeth, inadvertently growing hungry as he recalled the taste of Narev on his tongue. His smile would widen, reserved for Narev's eyes, his weakness on display for a few secret moments before he remembered his ire.

This desert sucked, didn't it?

He could feel the heat on his ears practically burning, and the sun had barely risen.

And the Revenant would remember his anger, snarling into the sunrise. We should find shade. It was less of a suggestion and more of a demand request.

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