Moonspear we just sell different parts of ourselves

wintersbane had always ran with the assumption that kukutux and andraste were friends; unknowing of the extent of why she'd been married off to moonspear beyond that it was happening. it wasn't anything the feyqueen had confided in wintersbane about and would he have known prior he would've tried to speak out against it — trading ...even in the terms of marrying off — did not feel like a power any wolf should hold above another. but those were times long gone and he, ever eager, looks to the unknown future and what surprises it might hold for one of his youth ( for he is still young ), far from the twilight of his life despite his severe scars might paint a different picture.

thank you. wintersbane settles for, only after assuring himself that 'it's fine' sounded terribly callous. death was never fine but andraste was not the first love he's lost. that pain of mourning is something wintersbane has become quite familiar with over the years.

how has life been treating you since last we spoke? he inquires, more than a little eager to let the conversation shift.