(tagging @vixenblooded from this starter call)
The calm of the forest was a welcome change from the busy clamor of the Hinterlands Crossroads. Solas stood a short distance away from Mekani, both upon a rocky outcropping overlooking a series of gullies.
Since their arrival in the area he had rarely had the opportunity to speak to her without the crowding of others. Everyone was needing help; apostate mages fleeing the rogue templars, inquisition soldiers trying to maintain some form of order, and those who were simply trying to escape the conflict. Even now their small group had been request to help supply the refugee camp with food. Not for lack of skilled hunters, but for the fighting between apostate and templar among the hills proving particularly hazardous.
He had volunteered to accompany MeKani should any rogue templars or mages attempt to ambush her, but had little to offer in terms of the hunt itself. The use of magic tended to render most flesh inedible, if even recognizable.
Instead Solas observed quietly as she notched her bow, taking aim at an unsuspecting ram that grazed below. Without warning the arrow flew, piercing through the thick fur and directly into the heart of the beast. The ram fell without so much of a cry, crumpling where it had once stood.
“Nice shot.” He lauded her. “Your skill with the bow is most impressive. How long have you trained with it?”