Mya was ecstatically jumping around the camp fire.. After months of searching, she finally found a clan, as her mother had wanted. However, they weren't like her previous clan. They were much more paranoid about contact with the humans, which, given her experience with the shemlen, didn't seem to be a bad thing. They seemed to treat her shape-changing magic as something that is forbidden.
"Da'len , why would you not be satisfied with the shape that the Creators gave you?" Keeper Deshanna asked, in what had seemed like a mother-like patient tone. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I did what I had to do to survive, Keeper." She replied. Deshanna seemed pleased at this answer.
"You have to do more than survive, Da'len. You have to live and leave the past where it belongs." Mya didn't know this now, but later she would come to see this as the only good piece of advice that Keeper Levellan would ever give her.
That night after the celebrations for finding a lost Dalish mage had ended, she snuck out of the aravel she had been invited to sleep in. She quickly shifted into her wolf form, and padded away.
"Brothers!' she called out, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
"Sister!" Rivas had answered as her wolf brothers trotted towards her. "How did it go? Did they accept you? I still don't understand why you couldn't just stay with us. We would have a lot more fun than some silly Dalish." Mya yipped indignantly.
"I may be able to shift my form, but I am also one of those silly elves!" She countered. Revas barked in what a canine equivalent of a laugh.
"You have the soul of a wolf, my sister. That makes you more special than any of those silly elves." Revas praised. Hanin, Enalsalin, and Atisha bowed their heads in agreement.
"I still don't understand why you want to leave us." Atisha grumbled. "You'd be better off with those who love you already." His golden eyes were piercing as she twitched nervously.
"I need to learn to control my magic. I'm sure as hell not going to a shemlen Circle." She shuddered at the thought.
Throughout their travels, they came across one mage who had been possessed by a demon. A Templar who had been tracking the abomination had finally found it, and proceeded to "deal" with it. The experience had been traumatic to say the least. Mya had great difficulty trying to sleep.
"What happened to that mage is not going to happen to you. We'll make sure of it." Revas reassured. Mya was still doubtful. She loved her wolf family. But what did they really know of magic besides what she had discovered of herself?
"It's better this way. I can learn magic from the Keeper, and still hunt with you!" Mya declared. The wolves looked skeptical.
"Exactly how long do you think it's going to take before they realize your disappearance? How long before they see you come with us? The clan that raised you was different, but Levellan seems to hate us just as much as the others." Atisha noted. Mya sighed.
"I know. But maybe if they just meet you, they'll understand that wolves aren't like the stories. Fen'Harel was once part of the pantheon, maybe he can be again." Mya proposed excitedly. The wolves looked doubtful. But, as they loved this young elf mage as a sibling, they agreed to help despite knowing the likely outcome of their folly.