Andraste had ambition but she didn’t always know how to go about fulfilling it. For now, she was stuck in a season of stasis as she struggled to figure out her first steps. But there were other things on her mind as well; such as the lingering torment of her buried emotions. It was a burden that she carried alone, and for the most part she was able to keep it locked down deep, but it had to be let out or else take control of her.

She set her sights on easing this long-lived pain and headed toward her place of birth. It had been many years since she laid eyes on the crags and the thought of them only worsened her age-old afflictions; but it was where she had last since her half-sister and maybe… just maybe… there would be some trace of her there.

Her sylphlike figure weaved through the rocks that were strewn as a pretense to the crags, each pawstep more determined than the last, and her black-blue eyes alight with savage intent. If Bellatrix were still here then she would pay the ultimate price for their mother’s fatal end. It was time for closure.

She made way for the old birthplace and followed the dusty trail from memory alone; after all these years it was so hard to forget. Andraste clung desperately to her torn past, grasping at the ragged strings of memories from a life that was too good for her to have. It was her fatal flaw and would be the death of her if she couldn’t let it go. Which is why she turned in search of other places that Bellatrix may be after discovering that the den had long since been abandoned. There was no scent of her half-sister in the area but she wouldn’t give up so easily.

Her paws deftly picked through and over the stones as if she had never left and she soon found an oddly familiar scent that led to a small waterfall. It was only vaguely recognizable since she had never met this individual face to face before but she thinks that she remembers it on Bellatrix’s coat many times before. A fierce hunger grips her as she picks up her pace to launch over the boulders and down to the quiet falls that the dark male lingers by. She approaches in an ill-boding way, her hackles raised and her normally intense expression amplified by her anger. ”Where is she?? her question comes as more of a demand than anything else, her intent clear.