[Hawke would like to say that she knows these woods inside and out by now, since technically it falls under her territory, as the current owner of the castle nearby. She'd like to say that, but that would be lying, because in truth she's been walking in circles for two hours.

She's beginning to think she should've brought a ball of yarn along, really.

To Morrigan, Hawke might seem very monstrous--what with the horns, and the draconic wings, and the claws, and the purple scales creeping up her neck and down her arms like a bad rash. She gives a fanged yet friendly smile when she steps into view, makeshift staff in hand.]

I don't know, I think a nice round of hide and seek wouldn't be so bad. [A little head-tilt.] You're new. What brings you to these woods?