Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

she roamed the mountains frequently, partially because she wanted to get better acquainted with the unfamiliar lanscape these mountains provided and also because she'd gotten into this unhealthy mindset where she'd grown convinced that the only way to stay ahead of the demons she carried with her now was to not stop moving. so restlessly she would continue to roam at her mind's ruthless command. 

in fairness though, she tried not to roam too far from courtfall's borders and this was actually quite far out for her but even when content within the sheltered woods of blackfeather /she bites back the dully accompanied pang/ she'd always tended to wander at any given chance. perhaps she simply was a wanderer at heart, that didn't have to be a bad thing. it's a reassurance for only the briefest of moments before she remembers it was wandering that got her into this situation in the first place was it not? of course she couldn't exactly remember per se but it was to be presumed that was why she'd been so far out. a frustrated huff breaks forth as she pushes on quicker. 

the threatening sky above eventually delivers and although she enjoys the sharpness of the icy liquid at first, soon it dulls to an irritable nuisance and the woman slows in weary preparation to return home. she made a conscious effort to refer to the little vale tucked into the mountains as home and honestly, it was actually beginning to get easier to do so. soon perhaps, it would come natural to her.

however before she can turn to move back through the chilly spires, noise results in the lifting of rounded ears as she stiffens. with prey being so scarce, even the slightest possibility of a potential meal draws her to investigate yet after rounding a corner she is simply granted the view of a shadowy boy a little ways away. not in the mood to stay out in the miserable weather just to converse, she's going to simply turn on her heel and retreat before she can be intercepted when she becomes aware of someting vaguely familiar...and then it clicks. the boy, damien's kid who maegi had let in....to blackfeather. already she can feel her heartbeat quickening as she opens her jaws to call his name when she realises she cannot remember it for the life of her and a frustrated hmph slips forth as she opts for calling out; "hey! kid" whilst already beginning to move in his direction. she is completely unaware that andraste had also called out to the boy moments before she'd come across him, in fact perhaps it was that sound that had drawn her in the first place but whatever way her new leader stood; she was concealed by the land itself so that all tundra could see was the raven.