Deepwood Weald and if you don't know, now you know

just watching for now! feel free to skip her.

Her light brown pelt shone under the morning sun rays; there were very few of them though. The tangled trees blocked the sun almost entirely. She liked it however. Ever since the beige woman made this weald her home along the silver, she came to like it’s eerie feeling. She felt.. protected, safe from any harm.
 
An unknown howl made her ears twitch; who was calling for the silver at such early hours? Agana decided to investigate who was this mysterious caller. Not long after, the scene unfolded in front of her; perhaps something she was not meant to see, or hear.
 
Agana had heard everything; what she felt in that moment could not be described. But from their conversation, Andraste had children of her own which she chose to forget; and this black male claims to be their father. It was an odd situation; and she could not do anything about it.
 
Still, it was clear where her loyalties where; her body emerged from beneath the twisted trees, unsure of her next decisions and movements. The female kept quiet and watched from safe distance what was in front of her.