[center][h2]Tae'ren Fen'an[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Din'Anshiral[/i][/center]

[i]A journey of death[/i], that was the rough translation of those words. Tae'ren couldn't help but feel they applied here rather snugly. Unfammiliar with the deep roads, he wasn't exactly upset by the premise of going there. Rather, he was more upset by the idea of walking blind into a series of tunnels and caves that have all but belonged to the dark spawn for gods only know how long... searching for an archdemon... no that was just far too little information for far too large a task.

What he [i]couldn't[/i] argue with however, was the result of the speech itself, certainly at least [i]some[/i] people among the wardens knew how to win hearts and minds. Tae'ren moved slowly, ambling in the direction of the food. He caught wind of a mention of the pathfinding team, and he soon found himself standing with a leg bone of meat he couldn't immediately identify. That wasn't the point though, it was good and watching the other members of what he assumed to be the team he would be working with was nice, the Mabari in particular interested him. Few and far between were the moments where a Dalish could safely approach and interact with a Mabari... they were certainly bigger in person.

Taking their moment of gathering as his attempt to approach, he thought it best to arrive alongside others. Besides, it gave him the chance to ask questions. "[i]Andaran atish’an..... Sulevin[/i], they were made with purpose were they not? The Mabari I mean." Tae'ren kept a respectable distance, but followed the others nonetheless. "I will be honest, I supposed many of the stories I had heard were little more than that... but truly now that I see one for myself without it wanting my throat... they do have a certain regal air to them do they not? Truly warriors of their own sort." He looked at the Mabari as he said this, as if speaking to it like an equal. "Though I dare not attempt your shape friend, lest I make a poor example of your lot with my façade. No, the direwolf suits me as I am, I think." 

As if to make his point, the air blurred around him and before one might even blink, the massive form of a Direwolf replaced the short elf. Would it be shocking to some? Perhaps, but those who recruited him were well aware of his abilities and even sought his teaching some of their other mages. If any higher ups had issues with his wandering in a shape, then he didn't really know why they wanted him here. He padded along behind the group, careful to keep a neutral pace to make it clear he wasn't some feral beast... though perhaps the now clean leg bone from the food earlier that was now set in his jaws countered that attempt somewhat.