Thorbjorn
The little one in my arms labored to breathe.
Please. I allowed myself to pray. We had waited so long to find our mate. We cannot lose her.
We will save her, Rolf said.
Sage’s head lolled against my chest in fitful sleep. I gritted my teeth. We could not rest until she was safe.
By afternoon a thin light filtered through. The mist lifted a little.
Ahead Rolf stopped, and barked.
Where are we?
North of the abbey by a league. The Corpse King uses his powers to cover the land with a wicked spell.
I set the woman down, and she curled into a ball. Rolf trotted to her and lay down, pressing against her small body to offer his warmth. It is not wise to stop.
She is frail, and underfed. We cannot risk her growing too weak. I stroked the woman’s hair as she shivered against me.
