feelings as it desperately gasped for air. Satisfied, he heard when his opponent's neck broke under the pressure. Suddenly a sharp howl, then a sudden silence. Ragnar knew without looking that Snowfoot had fallen. But he suppressed his aching heart and threw himself on a new opponent. But when a high-pitched scream reached his ears, he froze. Desperate he turned around but it was already too late. Ragnar roared with anger and sadness when he discovered Felis' body, lifeless and almost shattered. Your killer over her.
In a fair fight, Ragnar would have been a worthy opponent. But he was injured and no longer had a weapon but his hands. He didn't even try to defend himself, but instinctively grabbed the screaming bundle that represented his daughter ... and stared in confusion at the fountain of blood that shot out of his shoulder.His reflexes were slowed by the loss of blood, and before he could react, his right arm was twitching next to his left. The worms did not allow him to hug his daughter again in death.
Ragnar sank to the floor, his face only inches away from his child's. "Take ... my child," he pleaded for fear that they would kill him too. The attacker leaned over him, "We'll leave the hide to the beasts of the forest. Pray that you won't live long enough to see them tear it apart." And then they were gone.
Ragnar's senses faded. The view of his daughter faded and her screams slowly fell silent. "Sorry that I brought all this over us ..." he whispered with his last strength before all spirits left him.

"By the light! What a noise" The 20-year-old Frammis Dexter wrinkled his nose. "We might as well turn back"
Lieutenant Gregor Greyes grinned at his personal servant."You probably didn't understand anything. It's not about coming back with food, it's about being out of the lock." The general sipped at his bottle and ignored the worried look of his servants. What was it to him how much his master drank?
Gregor Greyes had risen rapidly in rank, having almost the miraculous ability to fill a void in any attacking Arc Horde in battle. His superiors believed this was due to his ability and courage. Greyes could have told them his courage had a fluid helper, but that made no sense to him.
His reputation didn't hurt his chances with women any more than his looks. He was so tall and handsome. His black hair fell to his shoulders, he had steel blue eyes and a small, carefully trimmed goatee. He was the perfect mix of hero and fighter. It didn't interest him when women left his bed a little sadder and wiser and sometimes with a few bruises, after all, there were many others.The noise began to bother him. "Damn what the hell is this noise. Make sure it stops." He kicked Nightsorrow, his black stallion stronger than necessary in the flank and streaked through the bushes. But suddenly the stallion stopped so violently that Greyes, actually an excellent rider, almost fell over the horse's neck. Furious, he hit Nightsorrow on the neck, but then calmed down and stared in disbelief at the picture that presented itself to him. In a small clearing, there were three arcs and a huge white wolf. Two men and one woman, if it cared what sex the wolf was.
"By the light ... what a sight" stammered Frammis who had followed him. He approached a small bundle that gave off a faint whimper. Greyes approached too and looked at the bundle. He had never seen an Arc puppy before. "Beware, Lord, maybe it bites," Frammis stuttered as Greyes stretched out his arms and picked up the child. The alcohol clouded his senses, but his mind worked more soberly than it has been in a long time. "Frammis do you actually know that you can serve a brilliant man?"" Yes sir ... but can you tell me why this is so important right now? "Greyes went with the bundle to his horse and mounted" Because your master now has something in his hands that will make him famous, rich and, above all, powerful. "