I WILL NEVER DISAPPEAR

"Ohhh… that damn healer.  I'm going to fold him twelve ways and kick him off a cliff." Dægmar was livid.  How DARE he drug her.  She nodded as Dione spoke.  The other woman was right she'd just have to ride it out, at least she wasn't hallucinating in any sort of paranoid manner.  Colored wolves and wolves with horns were far milder than a half dragon-half donkey trying to eat her with centipedes for teeth.  That would truly be alarming.

A large, handsome male appeared and from the way he carried himself she took him to be the alpha, this Valen.  And thankfully he seemed to be pretty normal colored.  Dægmar snorted at the bright blue males comment. 

"I'm fine!  I had a captive lone healer who thought it would be cute to drug me and now I'm seeing oddly colored wolves like these two here and she looks like she has horns but nothing that should prevent me from fighting.  I'm a warrior.  Dægmar Thyre and I'm looking for a new pack if you'll have me."