Wolf Pelt

Solas pursed his lips into a thin line, “my old habits are difficult to break...”Iseshena was struck, quite suddenly, with the memory from her youth of one of her Clanmates parading around in a boar pelt he’d haggled for from a passing trading, in some ill-thought through attempt to impress a girl. She buried her face behind her cupped palm to hide her amusement. “…I’ve always found some wisdom in being prepared for any outcome. Even if that is, as you say, keeping a blanket on me at all times. You’re laughing? If you dislike it…”“No, no,” Iseshena interrupted, and looked up to give him a reassuring smile, “I didn’t say I disliked it. Forgive me, it’s an errant thought,” she moved her hands into the air like birds scattering, “a fleeting memory, nothing more.”***What if wearing a wolf pelt was the Dalish equivalent of teenage boys wearing too much lynx/axe body spray?