"The wind is howling."

It was indeed. The sun has set, but still left a mark on the sky, it had yet to embrace the darkness of the night. And as the stars came out, the wind awoke as well. She recognised some of the constellations - Judex and Draconis. The sounds of the cold breeze reminded her of the Coast's salty air. The lively eve of the Hinterlands was nothing to that. But still, the feeling of the wind kissing her cheeks and caressing her hair was what she lived for. She would climb hours upright, just to get to the top of the world.

The otherwise hostile ruins were unnaturally empty during the night, making it even peaceful. The rebel mages and templars were gone, but the fear still lingered. The echo of bloodshed. Such a shame, for a place that could have been truly magnificent. 

Yet, she didn't have time for reminiscing. She had things to do. Nothing else could drive her to the Hinterlands anyway, so far away from her beloved trees and lurking shadows.

"The wind might bring us luck. Blow it in our way." she replied, fashionably late of course. Her companion, the weathered wolf, only acknowledged this with a smile. The stars were to be their guide that night. And she felt as if the wind itself brought the shining spots together.

The wolf got up, and so the crow followed.