Northstar Vale gone squatchin'

lachrymose wounds are all she can think of as blood flows onto pale snow and stains it red, red, red -- she looks and almost faints at the sight of it, her own blood spilling onto the forest floor. her call is answered, she looks to her savior with a weakness in her face and perks her ears up at his words -- what's in there?

she never knew what was in there. maybe some deformed bear, a dangerous beast that she did not want to allow to wander courtfall's claim any longer since her and andraste had first discovered it. "it's dead now." the words stumble from her jaw like an infant learning to walk, strained and painful. she lets him touch her wounds and winces at the pressure, hoping he is someone who can help her.

"it was a beast -- andraste and I found it." she talks to try to numb the pain but as her lips move the skin of her neck stretches, pulling at the scratches. she winces again, feeling tired.