Now this was more like it! Dagmær raced ahead of Rhys, drinking in the warm summer morning and the freedom that came with wandering outside the pack borders. She paused to sniff at a clump of flowers before skipping towards a beautiful green valley. Dag came to a halt though as she caught the scent of a pack within the terra before her. Ohhhh boo!
Dagger and the warrior princess, Rhys, were on a mission. A top secret mission of the secret kind. They were skirting the borders of a foreign, probably enemy territory, for signs of her father. She'd managed to successful recover from the poison of the Man Who Smells Funny but that didn't mean she'd been taken for dead. There was still a very real chance that the Man Who Smells Funny was well aware of her recovery and had sent his agents to follow their every move. They had to be vigilant.
"Hmmm…. Princess Rhys, do you know what pack lives here?"
