Snippet #1448430

"Fresh meat would be appreciated, mage. Thank you." she numbly answered Arvin. Some clean game would most likely go well with whatever Asmara and Antius planned on cooking up. Severia is grateful a few of them know how to cook at least. She never learned how. Being a noble you never had to worry about such things. Now as a Warden she may have to start worrying. Asmara, Antius and Cash won't be around her for ever. Before she removed herself from Blue Moon she had stopped to grab Ryuu's wrist. Some may see the gesture as aggressive but her facial expression was anything but. Her thumb briefly rubs over the top of his carpals. Ryuu had slain Loghain but he nearly got himself killed in the process. The lady knight would be too sore if Ryuu were lost as well. She released him quickly thereafter to go pitch her own tent to which Kujo promptly went inside to stretch against the bedroll.

The weight of her silver armor is familiar, welcoming, as she removed the tack from her stallion. Blue Moon burred gently and ambled off a few paces to graze without offense towards the other equines. Severia watches him for a moment while feeling Kujo plod up next to her. His sugar brown eyes blink slowly, not understanding why she has yet to celebrate her victory over Valen. He's certainly pleased that wicked man is gone. Once Jasper approches the stern mabari loses all of his composure and leans heavily against the man's leg, pining for attention by shoving his snout under the pirate's palm. Wrenched out of a distant thought the Grey Warden turns towards Jasper while reaching out a hand to lightly tug one of Kujo's ears. He always needs a reminder to behave around those he fancies so readily. Which is basically the entire population of Ferelden.

"...I am." she hesitantly admits. If only she were as comfortable in battle as she were when speaking about such things. Severia opens her mouth to speak again but Kujo interrupts her. He suddenly stands upright, leaning away from Jasper to glare up ahead at the road. Along his spine and nape fine hairs erect and the mabari begins a steady growl. "Walk with me as I speak?" she invites Jasper, not wanting to stomp out the impending conversation and most certainly not about to dismiss Kujo's warning. She begins to walk up the road and if Jasper so chose to come along she would speak. "The sunlight will be glad to no longer cast itself upon Valen but I feel that it was wrong of me, in a sense. That I enjoyed what I did to him.", at this point she watches ahead, alert, with Kujo darting ahead with his shoulder hunched defensively, "Maker...I didn't even check on Blodwyn before she left." the siblings had been close, anyone knew that. Severia chews on the inside of her cheek. She must sound silly.

Although now she slows to a stop as Kujo begins barking agitatedly at...a rather familiar dwarf. Grand. Perhaps she'll dine on crow. The shield maiden raises her chin to better observe the dwarf ahead. This doesn't feel right at all.

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Cash had ranted to Ryuu that night Blysse turned. He felt much closer to the assassin now, or at least that he had someone to bitch to instead of only bitching at someone. Blysse's secret is no taradiddle. Werewolves are deadly creatures. Especially unguided ones such as his sister without a pack. If they stumble into werewolf territory she'd most likely be ripped apart for being a rogue wolf. His hands form fists in the warg mount of Ryuu's. He had agreed to ride with the man since Dareth was no longer available to him, but did so stubbornly by sitting behind Ryuu. Golden head resting against the other's shoulderblades he dozed off until the party came to a halt.

Cooking sounds like fun, something to distract him. He slipped off of Lenwe without so much as a thank you to warg nor assassin. Scurrying off after Asmara and Antius he stays closer to his fellow elf, avoiding Antius really. Cash was certain if anyone would show ire over Blysse's secret, it would have been a shemlen. So far no one had confronted him rudely but he...has his suspicions. He cast a nervous glance at the nursing Bruce before he pulled out the stored food pack to hand to Asmara. "What's on the menu then?"

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She had watched them leave with dismal dismay after hiding herself. Blysse has been following them but at a vast distance away. That hawk, Valhalla, had found her. It was easy to tell the hawk was Vahalla; she carried a faint trace of Jasper's scent. With no clothes she's been loping along in her wolf form. It feels natural now. The cream colored wolf dips her blackberry nose to the ground, snuffling against it. Behind her somewhere Dareth walks calmly with the hawk perched in his mighty antlers. A faint scar is all that was left of Valen's sword driving through him and he shows no fear of people. This is certain as the halla steadily makes his way towards the established camp. He came out of the foliage and swung his head playfully at the ever irked Dubhradh before observing the rest at the camp with sweet breath jetting from his nostrils.

The she-wolf did not follow her friend, instead slunk around the camp. Hidden by the fading sunlight leaking through branches she licks her charred lips. Someone smells exhausted. Most of the group does but someone more so. She can smell a sweet wine off towards her right. Peeping through a bush she spies Bruce drinking, smartly back-pedalling to avoid being seen by the Templar. Hopefully. Blysse's toes grip the ground as her large paws flex, claws scraping the earth. With a light chuff she flicks her full ear, halved one scabbed over. On the opposite end of the camp she can see Zephora, Dubhradh, and Dareth. She remembers the soothing energy Zephora gave to her after Blysse sought her out from the cellar at the ball. If only she felt she deserved that kindness again.

Tail dipping down to her haunches she turns to plod off, hearing something...big. Bristling and lifting her lips the ghostly wolf pounces vigorously into a clearing with a snarl ripping the sky open. She looks up at the sweating, panting Avvar faintly recalled from the estate. What is he doing here? Did he decide to join their cause or was he forced out? Still her body remains defensive as her eyes burn into the barbarian's forehead.