Whats the worst that can happen?

Vision unclear. Heavy mist on my eyes. And the pain. Feel like I have been felled. Something heavy crashed into my body. This land there's evil here. Did something come out of the ground and try to kill me. Or some poison in the air. That's right - something trying to kill me. This new world rejecting an intruder like antibodies resisting infection. A world turned upon the outsider.

Perhaps this evil that was trying to kill me is something ancient. Something brought here by whatever it was that had created this huge crater. Some evil from the sky. The land now infected, only the infected can survive. Sense turned upside down. Wolves from the South can't survive here because the land is too hostile. But outsider wolves like myself are supposed to be the superior ones, the ones who could do more than survive. More than survive - thrive. But not here it seems.

Eyes so heavy. Is this seeing anyway, or is this hallucination. Or maybe not even hallucination, just thoughts, an internal view, a last flicker before death. If so this vision was not what was expected from his final moments. A pair of silver eyes, no not just silver, one eye containing a shocking blue. Sinister - foreboding. And then those words - in the ancient Viking language. I do not understand their meaning, but I understood their significance - the tongue of the Viking who had devastated my Saxon forefathers lands. Many generations ago. So many generations ago. Yet still the fear and hatred lived on in my home lands - I had been taught ancient Saxon words to show fear of the Viking.

So was this silver eyed wolf the harbinger of death? If so I should not be laid low lightly. Perhaps I had been lured here by the silver eyed wolf - she had cursed me with ancient Viking words that had brought me to my knees. Would I be forced to accept magic had the power to kill - I had never believed in that before. Perhaps not magic, but plain poison - now seeing more clearly. Yes a bundle of poisons hanging from her neck. Evidently she plans to finish me off with more poison.

Yes I understand now, she is laughing at me, asking if I understand that I have been poisoned

I know I am not a fighter - but I should put up a fight. I open my mouth to let out a snarl. Raise a claw.

But weak. So weak, The snarl is empty. The raised claw feeble.

Everything going black. Darkness