Imperium like all good things had been torn apart from the inside out. None could stand against them, no kingdom in the land had ever been so powerful or feared but fate proved herself master of all. Dagmær slipped through the estuary, ears high and alert. She’d grown from the lost and wandering pup into a yearling…. a yearling on her own. Plague was the enemy of her expectations and it was this invisible force that had brought the kingdom of Imperium crashing down and leaving her without a home. Somewhere along the line her imagination began to still and her fantasies as Dagger, heroine on a mission to rescue her father, began to wane. She began to doubt that he really needed rescuing….
Dagmær stopped in her hunting as she caught the musky scent of a bull elk. For a moment she was about to head in the opposite direction, not interested in getting gored until she caught the faint scent of blood. It was wounded? There was no way she could take a bull elk by herself but she was getting awfully hungry. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to check it out?
Creeping through the underbrush she spied two other wolves, strangers, seemed to have noticed the elk as well. The female introduced herself as Esarosa and at the mention of someone else, Dagmær stepped forward. “I’d love to help for a cut of the meat. I’m Dagmær.”
