Northstar Vale I have put a spell again on a puppet that looks like you

The flame-touched fae watched as the other wolfess continued to examine the water until her gaze was finally broken by her own words. The other spoke and Andromaque listened quietly, nodding in agreement. "I've not had much luck tracking prey in the Vale," she said, shoulders rolling in a shrug. "I might have to venture further out to find anything." Hunting parties were something that she had thought about, had meant to bring up to Andraste the next time they spoke. Food in the Vale was sparse and the Court needed to be fed.

Andromaque turned to look at the pale wolf as she spoke again. "I am," she answered simply. "My name is Andromaque, it's nice to meet you." The woman gave a polite tip of her head, unsure what else to say.