Morning light emerged over Drengrheim's magnificent peaks, signaling the beginning of a new day. A lone dilophosaurus that was descending from the rugged mountain path gladly welcomed the sun's warmth. Her name was Brynja of the Fimbulvetr tribe - and these mountains were a part of her homeland. Brynja steadily continued her trek towards the base of the mountain. She occasionally veered off to find a good vantage point to gaze around at her surroundings and scent the crisp air. The Drengrheim mountains served as the Fimbulvetr's stronghold, and save for crylophosaurs, there were not usually that many enemies to run into. But Brynja was accustomed to acting wary. These were still dangerous lands, and come winter the threat of hunger and cold would be looming over every dilo's back.

    The times felt relatively peaceful, at least as far as she knew about. The males of her tribe weren't rushing off to war at least, and so there weren't huge efforts from the hunting parties to secure meals for tired soldiers. There was a part of Brynja that secretly wanted there to be turmoil, however. Because at least then she would be relied on more. Ever since her accident, she felt that there were certain others who hadn't seen her as capable.

    She kept walking. These days Brynja preferred not to be idle. When the harsh stone started to transition to scraggly grass and tall green coniferous trees, Brynja knew she had reached the foot hills, and would soon be approaching the outskirts of their territory. There was a good reason why she was venturing out this far - and that reason was apples! Brynja was familiar with a cluster of apple trees that grew near the borders of the Fimbulvetr and the Mannavegr, and every year they grew delicious red apples. They were definitely a special treat for the mountain dwellers. A few weeks ago, Brynja had come here and eaten a few unripe ones - one could tell they weren't ripe because they were small and green. They had sufficed for the time, but they were not as good as if she had waited a little longer for them to reach a mature red.

    Suddenly getting hungry at the thought of sinking her teeth into the fruit, Brynja began to trot faster, minding her foot's old injury as she did so. There they were! She had just reached the area and could already see the countless bright red shapes perched among the tree's branches and leaves. She headed down to the grove of apple trees, but as she approached she caught a scent that made her stop in her tracks. There were the usual earthy smells of the orchard, and there was also the strong sweet scent of the apple fruits. Mixed in with it all, she definitely smelled a trace of something else on the wind. It seemed that she was not alone.