Another One Bites the Dust

The viking woman had wandered. Her family was no more. She, the only survivor, could bring back the great Nygaard lineage. Powerful shoulders moved rhythmically as she journeyed across the south. The woman eventually came to field. One that was in ruins. The season did not work in its favor either. Nevertheless, Forsetia ventured into the thicket. Her fur catching on a few dried limbs every now and then. Green orbs scanned the area until she felt safe. Protected by prickly plants, Forsetia laid down. A rest would be a good idea. Ears perked, alert, just in case a stranger appeared. She laid her darkened head down and wrapped her bushy tail around her body. Eyes closed in an attempt at a break.