Deepwood Weald ᵇʷᵖ ilyë mahalmar ëa?

tiny phone post, sorry for the wait ;a; <3

A huff;
the announcement seemed to lie on deafened ears for some time; yet though her spirit sailed from her to coax her figure about, it wasn't until she shivered as one with the mists almost entirely that the sticken's fault was finally addressed; only when she had hauled herself from the haze in her head was the course rerouted, arrowing back towards the argent who has called her.

Without preamble, she eventually came to regard the pillar of wolfess before her by way of a dovelike cant to her shorn skull.  "Greetings. I am Andraste."  A lull of consideration, a faint knitting of brows ... then:  "What is it that you seek in ze Weald of my wolves?"  Refuge from the earth's shudderings, perhaps? Though even the loam here underpaw was amutter, the ruined regent was patient with what-ever this wanderer wished to say.