Deepwood Weald ᵇʷᵖ ilyë mahalmar ëa?

The flame-touched fae, charcoal mask turned towards fading sky, had been seeking out the polar wolf for some time now. There were things she wanted to know about the Court since she had decided to accompany the small flurry of wolves that had all decided to follow Andraste.

It was in the wilderness where they first met that she found her, another unfamiliar face accompanying her -- perhaps another recruit? She wondered how large the court might grow. Andromaque had high hopes for the rag-tag group of wolves she found herself in.

"Andraste," she greeted with a tip of her head -- a bow to her queen. "I was thinking of organizing a hunt," Andromaque began. The cold was upon them, prey meager and scrawny. "Do you think anyone would join me?"