He was sentimental enough to admit to himself that he missed Kirkwall, with its crowds and markets and taverns around every corner. He missed the people, too, of course. Aveline, Varric, Merrill, Isabela... Was Isabela still in Kirkwall?

No, she's likely onto her next misadventure.

He paused and looked over his shoulder to make sure his weary charge was still following. Hawke had better days, and this one seemed to be wearing down on whatever remained of things like patience, or willpower, or energy.

Not much different than you and I. One misadventure after another.

"Are you still alive back there?" he quipped, rocking back on his heels as he waited for Hawke to catch up. The road between towns along the Wounded Coast was a long one, and even though Fenris could walk for days he knew his most beloved probably could not. "You know, this is how it felt following you all over the Maker's creation for years."