[Draco, meanwhile, concerns himself with a stray corpse, its remains as mangled and inanimate as the rest of their surroundings. He lowers his great head to peer at it, his spiked tail sweeping anxiously behind him, sniffing at the lingering traces of magic still clinging to it. It seems to fizzle in the air and he snorts uncomfortably, drawing back to rub at his snout with his forepaw.]
[Still relatively fresh, he'd wager, a few hours old at best. A sound thrums from deep inside his chest, discontented, and he raises narrowed eyes to the windows of the fort.]
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[Still relatively fresh, he'd wager, a few hours old at best. A sound thrums from deep inside his chest, discontented, and he raises narrowed eyes to the windows of the fort.]