Draugwen was a 17 year old girl who had features that were quite fierce. Her jet black hair hung just past her shoulders in shoppy, unevern layers and her fierce eyes were a silver gray with golden flecks embedded within them. Her body was lean and strong with a few well-placed curves. Draugwen's face features were equally feirce and overpowered any real beauty. If her appearence didn't throw you off then her wolf companion, Celebel, certainly would. You see, Draugwen was abandoned as a baby and a wolf pack adopted her. She lived amongst them until tradgedy struck and she and Celebel were seperated. Ever since they had stuck together and searched for their lost family.

Draugwen's search had brought them to the capitol of Rohan- Edoras. They had come here for several nights of rest and peace, though Draugwen knew how to survive in the wild, growing up with a wolf pack. Needless to say, she and her beloved companion recieved many stares, most either curious or hostile. The confident wof maiden felt very self consious in her brown deerskin dress, which reached just below the knees and was a loose, form-fitting piece of clothing. She also wore a quiver of arrows and a bow hooked around her right shoulder. Celebel nuzzled her hand in an act of reassurance and Draugwen gave her companion a scratch behing the ear.

The two continued to make their way through the streets of Edoras, still recieving many stares. Draugwen kept her eyes down , focusing on the path directly infront of her. This was a mistake. Suddenly and without warning she collided with someone and only her wolvish reflexes kept her from falling down. She straightended and prepared to apologize to the person she had knocked into.