Deepwood Weald ᵃᶰᶰˑ úyë sérë indo-ninya símen

She already knew she would follow the white wolf wherever she went. Andromaque lingered near the front of the group, rusted fur glistening in the pale light. She sat back and listened to the speech, looking around to the crowd once Andraste had finished speaking. 

"I'll stay by your side no matter where you go," she answered with little hesitation, giving a short nod before rising to her paws. There were preparations to be done now, mouths to be fed. She would wait until the crowd dispersed to finally leave and set about doing her duties.