Dagmær stared at the tall white woman expectantly. She assumed a border guard would have been informed of the potential threat tracking her though she supposed the news was being kept private. Dag didn't care though. She wanted everyone to be on the looking out for the Man Who Smells Funny. The woman got over her surprise and began to talk stating that she was a warrior. Excellent! Another warrior to train with!
"He is an old man, drab, smells of weird poisons and plants. Don't worry if I catch scent of him I'll let you know!" She nodded at the mention of beating him up. "Mk! But I get first dibs then if he's still moving you can chew on him to." The woman introduced herself as Mercy. Curious name. The girl puffed out her chest. "I'm Dagmær Thyre! You can also call me by my code name, Dagger. I'm on a mission to rescue my dad… not that he needs it. My dad can beat up anyone." …course… if that was true then why was he gone all the time? Maybe it just took longer because he was alone. Well when Dagmær became a mighty warrior she'd go help him complete his mission. "Say, Mercy! If you're a warrior can you teach me some moves? I already know my defenses! Check this out!"
She scampered a bit away from Mercy and turned to face her. Dag's head and tail moved to align with her spine, her chin tucking slightly as her neck scrunched back, shoulders rolling smoothly forward and her tiny puppy hackles standing on end. She moved fluidly, limbs spreading equidistant apart and bent to lower her center of gravity. Just like father taught her! It was clear she'd spent much of her time practicing, her weight shifting evenly amongst hr limbs, toes splayed, claws digging into earth as her ears pinned to her head, eyes narrowed. Yea, she was awesome! She knew wherever her dad was now he'd be so proud of her!
