I have my fingers crossed for a Wolf Hunt DLC, in which I think something might happen like this.

Epilogue

A cry in the night, a sound that had come to haunt her, and the felt her feet touch the floor as she stood; weariness evident on her. The baby quietened when it felt his mother's touch, and she smiled. "Ma vhenan." She whispered, stroking his cheek with a finger as he babbled back into a dream.

"Ahhh baby's awake." Sera groaned, moving in her spot in the bed. "It's a good thing yer pretty or –"

"Go back to sleep Sera, he's fine." Vaeila replied, and Sera mumbled an elegant response before falling back asleep. Sera the brat, the child; the only friend who stayed with her after Solas had left, helped her through the fear and hurt when she learned she was pregnant – Sera the selfless. Vaeila turned her head to see the elf sleeping, sprawled out in the bed with a pillow covering her head.

The baby babbled, shifting Vaelia's attention back to her child. "Ar lasa mala revas." She whispered, while the heavy burden flooded her senses. This child would be no Dalish, no home or clan to go to, and he would not be a product of the Inquisition. Once, before he was born – she thought about giving up, her days were listless and grey; no sunlight did she feel, or food have taste. No, the baby should have a normal life; free from his mother's legacy.

"You gunna sleep yea?" Sera asked in a muffled tone, and Vaeia nodded in response, covering her child with a blanket before walking back to the bed.

"Thank you Sera." Vaeila whispered as she sat on the edge of the bed, an ache in her chest for a person who had long since abandoned her.

"Whadya thanking me for." The girl replied, removing the pillow from her face. "You saved the bloody word and then that egghead ran off and left ya. You needed me, yea?"

"I mean…" Vaeila sighed, running her hand along a scar on her face that had healed badly after the confrontation. "Thank you for helping me get him away."

"I still don't like it, kids should have parents." Sera replied curtly, yawning loudly and not bothering to cover her mouth. "If I ever see that egghead again –

"We won't." Vaeila whispered. "He's gone. I can't even feel him anymore." Unconsiously she touched her heart where the void lay, her eyes no longer held the sparkle; and the merciful and kind Inquisitor had faded; secrets and an army the size of Orlais kept her power now – blood would run if anyone attempted to disrupt the peace they had established.

"Then he's a right daft twit. Who abandon's their lover right after they save the ruddy world." Sera mused, watching her friend carefully. Vaeila was a mage, and the possibility for her to sink into a demonic possession had been in question during the height of the Inquisition, but now the mighty leader was crumbling inside – even her child could not keep her here. "You sure this is what you want?"

"Yes." Vaeila replied softly, looking over to where her baby slept. "Who better to keep him safe than a Grey Warden."

"Ruddy Hero of Ferelden no less." Sera giggled. "At least he won't grow up too elfy, yea?"

"No, he won't grow up elfy at all." The Inquisitor repeated, her eyes still on the baby.

"What if he does come back?"

"Who?" Vaeila asked absent mindedly.

"Vaeila." Sera's voice changed, and she reached out to touch her friend's shoulder – making her jump. "You're doing that weird thing again – you know, like you aren't there."

"Sorry Sera." Vaeila offered a half smile, but it faded. "What was the question?"

"What if he does come back?" Sera repeated, watching the woman's eyes flicker in hope for a moment – they never lingered there.

"He won't. He just won't." Vaeila said softly. "I always knew there was something he wasn't telling me Sera, something he was holding back. But I thought at least he would remain as my friend, but he couldn't. That's how I know, he left because he couldn't bear to be near me. I just wish I knew why."

"Stupid dumb egghead." Sera offered, and the Inquisitor nodded as she stood, crossing her arms as she walked to a window; a bird flying into view.

Vaeila went to the door, opening it slightly and holding up her arm for the crow to land on. The wind blew her long blond hair, once partly shaved like most of her clan – now it hung as one length, falling down her back. The crow landed, his talons digging into her arm, but she didn't mind the pain.

A note was presented, and she unrolled it, almost dropping the bird as she felt her world shift beneath her feet. Inquisitor, my dear, I felt like you should be the first to know. We found him.

Found.

"Is it from red?" Sera asked from the doorway, and Vaeila turned her head to opened her mouth and paused, closing her lips as tears started falling down her cheeks. The Inquisitor held out the note, and the elf girl stepped forward to take it – reading it carefully before looking back up at her friend. "This is legit yea?"

Vaeila nodded, wrapping her free arm around herself. She had no words – two years with no sign he was even alive …then this? "Yea." She whispered, the crow giving her a look.

"Do you still want to go ahead with this?" Sera asked softly, her eyes darting to where the child lay sleeping. The Inquisitor said nothing, she just stood in the soft night air like a statue. "It's not to late to turn back, hero-smero, I say we make a break for Skyhold before dawn. That's surprise them ya?"

"No Sera, I can't keep him." Vaeila replied softly, shaking her head as she moved past the girl into the small cabin, putting the bird down on a ledge as she quickly wrote something for it to take back.

"I miss that egghead." Sera said softly, "I think he misses you too." Vaeila stopped writing, tear drops staining the paper. "Remember how he always had your back in each fight, he may be a big elfy twit – but he never let you get hurt."

"Sera…" Vaeila started, but the girl cut her off.

"Why not go and talk to him?" Sera asked, looking back down at the message. "It was the elfy lover who found him right?"

"Zevran."

"Ya, him." Sera said, flipping the paper over. "He and the Hero are all lovey dovey, so they probably found him together. You should go, if only to give him a swift kick in the pants, yea?"

Vaeila shivered, unsure of what to do as she glanced over at her child. "If I go, you must promise me one thing Sera."

Sera giggled, making a crazy gesture. "Anything for you, yea."

"Let me go alone."

"And miss all the action?" Sera snorted, crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head. "Whose going to kick his ass on your behalf?'

"Sera."

"Fine." Sera grumbled. "But I want details, yea?"

"Ma serannas."

"Ugh, enough with the elfy stuff."

/

"Aneth ara. I didn't think you were still coming." The Warden Commander stood from her place by the fire, her long red hair tied back in a messy bun, her pointed ears visible to any who watched her. Zevran poked his head out of the tent and offered the Inquisitor a smile that was dashing as always.

"A pleasure Inquisitor." He said, and Vaeila bowed her head in respect to the couple. The Warden Commander's eyes went to the child in the arms of her companion, flickering back to the Inquisitor herself.

"I almost didn't." Vaeila admitted as she extended her hand. "Did you journey well?"

"Very." The Warden Commander smiled, gesturing to Zevran inside the tent. "Zevran is just putting Nelen to sleep."

"I thought you said she wasn't very elfy." Sera asked, watching the Warden Commander. "That sounds pretty elfy to me."

The Warden Commander chuckled and shrugged. "It is, I have been a Grey Warden for twelve years now but I still like the sounds of the elvhen names. My first born is named after a very old friend of mine; Merrill."

"How many do you have?" Sera asked and the Warden Commander touched her abdominal area with a pat.

"Almost three." She whispered, giving them both a wink. "But that is a secret, for now."

"I appreciate this greatly." Vaeila said softly, her eyes flickering to the child and the Warden held up a hand.

"You need to think this through, Lethallan." The Warden spoke softly. "It is a heavy burden to give up a child."

"I understand Commander."

"Eidioh, please." The Warden replied, offering them a seat by the fire. "I just urge you to reconsider, lethallan, at least until you see him."

"She's having none of it." Sera said, cradling the baby to her chest protectively. "I said the same thing, didn't I yea?"

"Yes, you did." Vaeila replied, pushing back the hood of her cloak so the Warden could see her face.

"What is his name?" The Warden asked as Zevran appeared from the tent, touching his wife's shoulder gently while placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

"Alathen." Vaeila said softly, looking over at her baby; missing the look exchanged between the Warden and her husband.

"Mi amour, the day light is fading; should we perhaps show the Inquisitor the way?" Zevran asked, his fingers entwined with his wife's and she offered him a smile.

"We can, if she is so inclined." The Warden replied and the Inquisitor gave her answer. "Are you coming Sera?"

"Can't yea, been forbidden to tag along." Sera grumbled and the Warden nodded slowly, whispering something to Zevran before nodding to the Inquisitor.

"Zevran will lead you on Inquisitor, I will stay here with Sera." The Warden offered, sitting back down as her husband stood waiting for the Inquisitor. Vaeila stood, walking over easily to the elf who matched her stride easily.

He was tall for an elf, and very handsomely featured; silver had started spreading in his blond hair – giving him an more mature and almost seductive look. His features did not have that much wear on them, he had few lines and wrinkles, laugh lines around his mouth perhaps were the only prominent thing. "Ah, yes, my face is very handsome, is it not." He drawled, and Vaeila flushed at her rudeness.

"You don't look like you survived a blight." She said quickly, and he laughed.

"Ah, you mean I don't look old or decrepit. I have had very good fortune, my dear Inquisitor, for I was quite young when I was sent to kill all surviving Grey Wardens, and instead the Maker sent me to her – it is she I have to thank for my youthful appearance."

"Really?" She asked, blinking at him with a smile on her face.

"I do not know how old you think she is, but I first met Eidioh shortly after the battle of Ostagar; she was not more than 16 or 17."

"I grew up hearing stories of her, a Dalish hero." Vaeila commented, and the elf beside her chuckled.

"Ah, yes, it makes for a great tale, does it not." He said, a happy tone to his voice.

"Have you always loved her?" Vaeila asked, and he gave her a glance that seemed to warm her spirit.

"Not one day passes that I am not grateful for failing that mission, young Inquisitor. She is what the Dalish call, ma vhenan'ara."

"Your hearts desire." Vaeila mused, nodding to herself. "You are very lucky."

"Indeed." He stated, putting out a hand to stop her. She looked out at this place was foreign to her, an oasis of sorts that held a temple much like the Temple of Pride she had found in Orlais.

"He is in there." She whispered, a fuzzy familiar feeling burning in her chest. Zevran watched her, touching her arm as she started to move forward.

"Go with caution, Inquisitor, he is not an ordinary man." He said softly, eyes flickering to a darker place. Eidioh had insisted they not tell her in what form they had seen him; a great wolf that then changed into the form of a man; such power emanated from him that made his beloved question.

"Ma serannas." She offered and he made a gesture to say he would wait for her. She walked toward the place, careful to note her surroundings as she grasped her staff defensively. The door opened with no noise, and she felt the cold chill on her skin as she shut it behind her. A torch burned in the darkness, at least someone had been here recently.

She walked silently, picking up a torch of her own and putting her staff on her back in a secure manner. The walls held many runes, as well as other strange markings. A she walked, she felt the changes in air and the shift in magic; she could feel the strength of the veil here.

Wooop woop, yep the veil is weaker here.

Sera's voice filtered through her mind, mimicking what Solas had used to say on their adventures. She was excited to see him, and scared; what if he pushed her away again? What is he found out about the baby - he did have a nasty habit of knowing things before they happened.

A noise up ahead gave her pause, and she slowed her pace as a voice seemed to be saying something in the distance. Vaeila walked along the wall, her hand running over the grooves and markings as she came closer to the destination. Switching which hand held the torch, she looked carefully around the corner – a room was enveloped in light from various torches burning; a startling painting was on the main wall.

A dark wolf with eyes that glowed purple had been painted in a half moon shape, the other part of the moon was a man, eyes sharing the burning colour as he seemed to be holding something in his hands. It looked…strangely familiar and yet she had no idea exactly what she was seeing. Glancing at the rest of the room, there were statues of the Dread Wolf in the corners, and she moved her eyes back to the paining once more.

Stepping into the room, she walked closer to the painting, her eyes finding things within the image she had not seen before. In the man's hand was an orb, forming the center of the moon; a strange green colour she knew all to well. She knew, whether or not she wanted to admit it, that it was the orb that had been used to inflict her own mark.

A word was painted beneath the mural, ad she squinted at the faded writing; Fen'Harel's solas. She swallowed, the elvhen word for pride; how could she have forgotten it was the Dread Wolf's trademark. Her fingers lightly touched the wall, closing her eyes as a sinking feeling went into her heart. "It's not possible." Was all of it a lie? She wondered, her skin starting to tingle as the realization of what it could all mean.

If it was possible, then – he was responsible for the Blights, the enslavement of the elves, and the return of the Blights after 400 years of peace. The thought made her feel sick – and she had had his child, she had loved and trusted him with all her might. It is just a legend, what if the truth was different? Then why was he so angry about the Well of Sorrows?

She turned around as she felt her hands become unsteady. Moving back into the hallway, Vaeila continued onward; her heart in her throat as she thought of all their moments together. He was always holding something back, always keeping her at bay; Cole had said something about an old hurt – ancient more like.

She rounded a corner and felt herself gasp, dropping the torch as she did so as she watched a giant wolf like figure mold into a elvhen form, eyes glowing just like the painting. His head turned to her and she covered her mouth as Fen'Harel's eyes met her own – eyes she knew as well as her own. He looked so different, he felt overpowering with a magic she didn't know, and a sharpness to his gaze that frightened her.

"Andaran atish'nan." He said softly, his voice carried despite the low volume of sound. "Ma vhenan."