7
Fern
Then
I lost track of how long the warriors carried me through the dark. Dagg and Svein soon separated from the rest of the band, forging ahead as the stinking wind swirled around us. Dagg disappeared for a time and Svein hunkered down to wait. Cold crept in, icy fingers penetrating my thin garments. When Dagg returned, he handed Svein a thick pelt. The narrow-faced warrior wrapped me in the fur before they continued on. Warm again, I pressed my face to the hollow of his throat and slept.
I opened my eyes in the low light. Shifting a little, I peered out from the pelt into a close, dark space. A cave of some sort. Dagg crouched at the entrance, feeding a small fire. His big body shielded the fragile flame from the wind.
“Sleep well?” Svein offered me a waterskin, and a bit of dr
