Sunset Valley Rihad

Dagur crashed onto the scene with a gait more befitting a dog seeing dropped food. Scrambling with might have bordered on eagerness to engage with trespassers. There was no need to hide his approach if everyone seemed content to cause a ruckus.

Perhaps he was outnumber by those on the scene, but that had never deterred him before.

It seemed some of the more feral and ferocious traits of him from days in a gang had yet to die out.