Greatwater Lake Basic components of life

staying vague on BSL things

She had returned herself to the Deepwood, from the Bramblewood twice now;
so, how many moons had it been since she's been to the Kintlas? Seasons upon seasons upon seasons—

Icemelt of the northern spires froze the marrow within her fangs; gave her a prompt shiver as the stricken rose from water's edge. When-ever she must return to her Weald and her wolves, again must they decide, debate; detail to them her affirmation and allegiance to the hydra's many heads. And yet the Wilderness now felt off-kilter, with demons returned from their depths. And yet—

And yet there lies another shade upon lakeshore;
the rise of greyed ribs the tell that she still yet breathed. Hovering as a swan might over cynet, Andraste's mem'ry could not clear enough  (yet)  to place a name to this worn face that tugged and tugged and tugged; vagued;
so she merely whispers a consolation to the fevered rogue, and turns from her to seek what she might gather about Greatwater.