Fairspell Meadow importance to the state

i am quaint. the woman speaks, in an old-fashioned dialect that sort of reminds him of andraste or lave.

❝yes,❞ wintersbane remarks at the mentions of the herds returning. ❝it is fortunate.❞ though he had been lucky enough to enter the wilds at the tail end of the famine and hadn't suffered the very worst of it. the return of the herds is, nevertheless, a good sign. it promises a bountiful spring and, were they lucky, healthy cubs. this was what the tundrian hopes for the cubs of sagtannet, despite that he would father none his self this spring.

soleil. ❝wintersbane.❞ the tundrian offers her his name after she gives her own, excluding the 'ansbjørn' bit ...though for no particular reason. given his habit of almost never actually introducing himself giving 'wintersbane' at all was a step in the right direction. ❝the pleasure is all mine.❞

and then because curiosity won out, wintersbane asks, ❝i don't recognize your pack scent ...where do you hail from?❞