Northstar Vale ¹ oþlō

She heard the crack thunder through the woods and lifts her head, hackles rising as muscles tense. Something hulking, tall, matted golden and brown fur — she follows Andraste into the underbrush, creeping along the ground, soft fur of her stomach coated in mud and soggy bits of leaf, brambles pulling at her skin. From her position she could barely make out its face, only it’s height and broadness and terribleness shifting through the woods, something that she felt would haunt her for nights to come.

”Do we kill it?” The words came from frightened maw that she fought to keep from trembling.