Exhale

A breath of biting cold air exhaled past her lips in the form of mist. Dagrún was alone but she was in her element. Something about the northern lands and the boldness of the winter weather made her feel more alive than she ever had in the warm southern lands of Fireside. She didn't know what she was searching for or what she hoped to acheive but something told her she was in the right place.

Dag hopped up onto a strange wall that snaked off through the northern lands. Her claws skidded above the icy layer as she steadied herself. Once sure of her footing she opted to walk along it. Walking in plain view for polar bears and spirits knew what else was not the wisest of ideas but she didn't shy away from battle. A little excitement would do her good.