457 CDLVII. The Snowflake (1/2)
The appearance of the wolf, thanks to his size and his long teeth and sharp claws, was incredibly menacing and the guard took two steps back, shaking like a leaf and then pretending nothing.
Dag's companions entered the palace again and with much resentment, they headed upstairs to collect their belongings, still failing to realize how it all had happened in such a short time.
Meanwhile, he looked at Egill, who from the top of his wisdom, was imagining what was in Dag's head, noting that his gaze was lost in the void, as it happened whenever he was immersed in his thoughts.
With his unmissable four-legged friend, the one who was once just a mediocre and inexperienced student of his Clan, had now become a true leader, able to lead a small army on another continent, capable of fighting and defeating entire troops of enemies of all sizes and above all able to speak, to be understood by anyone, opening his strong and fearless heart to everyone.
And precisely on these thoughts, Egill could not hold back a tear, which slowly slipped on his cheek only to get lost in his thick white beard, which almost confused with the walls of Fort Hvit.
Dag saw the expression of his Master and thought that no one among them could know him better than he did: Egill and Magni had been his mentors, but while Magni had now lived within his soul, being part of him forever, the time spent with Egill seemed to him little.
The wise Master Of Healing had always supported him and helped him achieve his goals, unlike all the other warriors. After Magni's death and the battle against the Fangs Of Jormungandr he had immediately become his supporter and had only encouraged him to do more and more.
And that man so strong and so wise, at that moment was right there, in front of him, showing all his fragility, due to the years he carried on his shoulders.
Dag smiled at him and looked at him as if he wanted to tell him everything he was feeling at the time, sure that only he could understand it.
Soon after, his gaze fell on King Einar, who was still standing in his position, majestic like a huge golden statue.
He could sense his power even without using Niva, only by looking at him: despite this, he could not understand what kind of weapon he was using, noting that he did not have one. Apart from his glitzy armor, there were neither swords nor axes beside him.
Sander, Kjell, and all the other soldiers were behind that imposing figure, illuminated partially by the sunlight that, rising, slightly exceeded the walls of the Fort.
Dag knew that their strength was incredible, he had seen them fight many times, never being defeated, except the time when Sander, sacrificing himself for all, had risked dying.
Dag's gaze, full of disappointment, did not cross with those of the two Crows Of Odin Masters, who, knowing they were being watched, kept their heads pointed down to the ground.