Northstar Vale and we weren't even married (dmn?)

andraste's voice came as a pleasant surprise, breaking the near silence that'd once surrounded them. it was sweet, but demanding; not unlike the tone taken with the plaything some nights ago. kalika feigned a smile, her tail dropping to half-mast. 

our nymphet moved to settle, dropping her weight onto one hip nestled against the ground. good, she replied. a simple reply, purposefully neglectful of the leader's proper title.

snout to thigh, pluming the delicate whisps of fur, she continued, i saw you with the ruby-eyed girl. kalika aimed to steal a glimpse of andraste's gaze. what happened?