Wistful Reunion

The wolf flicked his ears, and chuffed. There are much of the People. Old and New alike. He responded, and when they stepped through the mirror, he waited near it. In case the other slipped or needed to steady himself. But he did not. It made sense, he supposed, they were once so accustomed to the eluvian travel-ways.

A simple gesture to inform him they might move on, led to the wolf stepping further from the elvuian, confidence in his gait. None of the Elves, Dalish or otherwise, paid attention to the large wolf. It's only a small, red-haired child that squeals at his reappearance.

Baba! Aelera, only aged four despite the musical lilt to her Common, which certainly indicated she spoke Ancient Elvish above all else, cried out. The little girl rushed the wolf, who paused in his step to allow the small creature to clamber onto his back.

And then, where stood a wolf with a child upon its back, stood the man, child upon his shoulders. Little girl waved and beamed brightly to Revas, as she carefully grabbed handfuls of her father's long hair.

You made a new friend? Asked the child, curious eyes following Revas.

Solas turned to study the other man, Aelera, this is Revas. He's an old friend. The little girl mumbled something to herself, before waving animatedly to the new man.