“A werewolf,” she sounded it out, settling her hands on her hips as she considered the word. Aedre had never heard itbefore, and though she knew the latter half well enough, did not know its meaning. There was nothing she could think of in her language apart from shapeshifter that would describe what Garrett was. So she added that word to her collection, noting the difference between werewolves and witches such as Flemeth and her daughters. They were apparently quite unrelated. “I do not know the word, or its implications, but I will be sure to remember their existence in the future.”
In her dreams, Aedre had often come across wolves. It also seemed that some major events in her life had involved them. With the introduction of werewolves into her life, she was immediately convinced that her path had been realized. Her spirit guide had made itself known. There had to be a reason behind Garrett revealing himself to her, when he was so far from home. He had said he’d come from the northeast forests, which she knew were the roaming grounds of many Dalish elves. From her experience with elves and wolves, she dreamed that the Brecillian was a beautiful place. It bred many creatures that she had come to envy. And, while she feared shapeshifters and werewolves, she could not deny that their existence was intriguing indeed. She suddenly had hundreds of questions for the young man in front of her, though she pushed many to the side. They were unimportant for the most part.
“You must tell me more. It is so very interesting to learn of your existence. Are there more werewolves? Is it magic that you use to shapeshift? Are you associated with the Dalish? There are many in those forests, are there not?” she asked, looking Garrett over. It was in that moment that Aedre finally realized the yellow-eyed boy in front of her was stark naked. She had allowed herself a quick look before meeting his eyes once more. While it was not uncommon to see half-naked men and women in Chasind villages, she was unaccustomed to someone walking around with nothing but what the planet gave them. Her eyebrows had quirked
“Would you like a coat? I have some extra furs in my pack.” He did not seem bothered by being naked, but she thought she might as well offer. And then she thought that he might be hungry, as he had probably been wandering for quite a while. If he came from the Brecillian and had simply happened across her camp in the middle of basically nowhere, then he had to have been traveling for some time. He looked quite skinny, probably a bit malnourished. “And if you are hungry or thirsty, I have plenty to help. I would trade for just your stories and to learn more about your people.”