Thunder Dome a place like magic

Andraste speaks, telling him that there is another cavern like this of equal distance to the Vale but to the south. His russet ears are perked and turned into her direction as he listens though his amber attention is laid out  on the cavern's internals before him. There was another? He would have to see it, that was certain. The pale maiden goes on to say though that with winter coming this place would perhaps be easier accessible to them for foraging. Out from the winter's cold chill, perhaps not only prey lingered here but herbs which would have otherwise died elsewhere. 

His movements are slow yet still he pushes forth on long, ginger legs. She asks then of his former wounds, how he took to their land. The cuts, bruises and bloodied paw pads from endless travel had mended, his health restored with much needed rest and nourishment. 

He turns to her now at his side, head falling to level with her own. I am well, yes... and the Vale as far more beautiful than many places I have seen. I understand why you chose it. He had truly enjoyed his stay thus far, this was certain.