Exploration dictated that everything be sniffed and then sniffed again. Dagmær stuck her nose into a dandelion and took a good sniff before shrugging and moving on to the next available scrap of nature. Every twig, tuft of fur, leftover bone, rock and plant was sniffed. Just as Dag was working on creating a mental picture of the area around her from the smell alone she'd hear the sound of approaching pawsteps.
Dagger's recovery in the home of Imperium's royalty was going smoothly. She still was not strong enough to continue her rescue mission but her injuries would not deter her from training. She was scenting the grounds to make sure that she and Princess Rhys hadn't been followed by servants of the Man Who Smells Funny. Just as she was completing her rounds she heard footsteps behind her… large ones. Had the enemy caught up with her?
Dagmær eyed the tall white woman and puffed out her chest. "Yes! It's been a miracle of fate. A sign that my quest is vituos….virtous…VIRTUOUS!" She stared at the woman for a moment before diving toward her intent on sniffing the woman's wrists. "You smell like Imperium! Are you a guard or something? A messenger? Is there news of the Man Who Smells Funny? I fear his servants may be looking for me."
