Wolves. How very fitting. It pulls a grin from her, and a shake of her head. "At least now I know it was Fen'harel's love for the animals that gave him the name Dread Wolf. You are not a subtle man, Solas." But she adores him for it, just as she does everything else about him. Stubborn, prideful, and yet--

Well. Best not to think of it.

Lavellan smiles, and calls up a raven from the remaining light fading from the wolf, its wings twirling in the fading light as it corkscrews up to grow larger, until it hovers over them both -- spreading its wings wide before burning up in the air. Less impressive than his, no doubt, but still.