she stares down the slant of the steep, treacherous looking hill with eagle-eyed intensity, unwavering and barely blinking. it’s how hawks track prey, how beasts watch a weak thing to e a t ; and yet, what she’s looking at coudn’t be farther from. it was, in fact, one of the mightiest beasts there could be to tackle, a great and lumbering DRAGON sat quite terrifyingly just a way’s off from their location. it’s breaths fall in laboured, fiery puffs along the sand, eyes roaming the area for a free and easy meal ; just as hawke watches it. she’s always held a strange and corruptible curiosity for the creatures, and when presented with the chance --- she looks to her companion ( inquisitor, elf, aisling ) and has developed a look of pure, unadulterated excitement. something the inquisitor is sure not to have seen from the champion before. “ could we ? ” @arlathanlost