'Til I Collapse

Dagrún had taken a break from her patrols to make a daring journey northward. She'd received word that one of her sisters had been sighted there, but to her great disappointment it had been a mistake. The woman had looked very similar but was not her sister. She'd have called the trip a waste if it had not been for a chance in counter with a bear and a gorgeous damsel. Dag grinned to herself. She wanted to see the other woman again but of course she had to had to live so freaking far away. Curse the luck!

Dag flinched and turned to lick at her left shoulder which sported a few good gashes from the bears claws. Did Ethne have a healer? If so she needed to find them. If not… well, she'd do her best but herb specialist she was not. Dag continued her walking. She didn't want to be gone from the pack for too long so she pushed herself to the limits with travel all the while telling herself that she was a Finnvi. A viking. She could push through wounds and aches. She had ancestors to make proud after all.

When she arrived back at the base of the fall she was surprised to see Bellamy up… and not in great condition. Dag coughed to alert the other to her presence then approached. "And here I thought I looked like shit. What happened to you?"