Deepwood Weald ᵇʷᵖ ilyë mahalmar ëa?

Andraste’s reply didn’t come immediately and made Cassandra yet again wonder what the other was thinking about. Most of the wolves she had known in her home land weren’t as thoughtful of the answers they would give. Brash and rather direct was more like it. A normal conversation, like this one for example, had been rare and far between. Most were just out to survive and that left little to time for pleasant conversations.
 
Then Andraste finally replied. She would show the warrior the way towards the ice land she had seen; Moonsong it was called. What a fairytale name for an area of the land. In her homeland the different areas didn’t have names. Mostly though, because everything looked around the same. The only areas that had names were the pack territories and even then it was just names after the pack living there. “I would appreciate it, thank you.” and she followed the other female, hoping to finally arrive at the land of ice. Thinking about her homeland made her miss it quite a bit. Not like there was really anything happy about her past but she grew used to the lay of land, the temperature and the dangers. Her body was missing it, if not her brain.
 
Not much for words, the warrior left the conversation die at this point. Thus, it was probably set out to be a quite walk for them, if Andraste wouldn’t initiate another conversation.