Northstar Vale ¹ oþlō

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Again, they follow;
seeing to it that the age-old creature lumbered past the last of their scent-markers; Andraste kept to the foliage, to each shadow, all. Perhaps they would strike a hunt, then, should it pass through their Vale once more; come to dine on the last of what had fled their hillocks. The stricken was quiet, restless; ruminating, and her mind eventually to her from reasurrances towards Andromaque; for her curiosities would certainly get the better of her ...