When Can I Breathe Freely? [Saga]

Recovery continued to be painfully slow. Dagrún had managed to regain her weight but her internal systems continued to lag behind. The gut troubles continued, her nervous system twitched and coordination was difficult to get in line. It was noticeable in her gait, the effort it took to get her feet to move as they needed to. She'd stumbled many a time on her trek up and down the mountain to her den site to the point she had to move it down to the base. Would she ever be normal again? Was this how her story was going to end?

Dagrún kept to herself, avoiding pack gatherings partly out of a need to rest to recover and also out of shame. Her identity was built around being a proud warrior. It ate at her to have others seeing her struggle in every day tasks.

During one of her lowest nights a raven came to the door of her den with a way forward and un-expected news. Her mother had been seen. Could it be? Her mother would have to be 10 years old or so by now. Dag had assumed she would never see her mother again in this life. But the message had come from her cousin's raven, Hrefna. She trusted the news and the beckoning for a cousin's reunion. A returning to old ways in time for the solstice. It was the life like Dagrún needed. A reminder of who she was and the opening of a new chapter. It was time to leave Polaris.

With her resolution set she tipped back her head and called for Saga.