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Mi's skin crawled under the light of a hunter's moon. Energy swam in her veins, and she bared her teeth. The bay of a hunting wolf began to rise in her throat when someone else cleared theirs behind her. She turned slowly with muscles tensed to pounce. Solas stood there, with a shadowed mask over his features.
"You don't like the Dalish." Da'mi muttered at him. "My clan didn't quite know what vallaslin I would have. I protected like Mythal, but acted more like Elgar'nan, and yet... I was found all too often to sit under Fen'Harel's chin. We say 'May the Dread Wolf take you', but if you hurt her, you'll wish it was him." Her eyes flashed crimson under the bloody moon before she ran with the beginning of a haunting song chasing her steps.