#storvacker

And WORSE--i never see anyone talking about COLE and Storvacker. When you've recruited her and she comes help you fight at the temple, if you bring Cole, she roars and he says, pure delight in his voice: "I'm glad to see you too!! 🥰🥰"

Final chapter of my current Cullen/Helaine fic! Full series here.

Cullen

The next couple of days pass with thankfully less excitement. The matter of introducing various interested parties to Storvacker falls to Kjell, assisted – as they had suggested – by Josephine. They quickly set up a loose schedule for those wishing to meet the new agent of the Inquisition – a mixture of their people and a few lingering guests – and all seems to go smoothly.

And then, on the third day, he and Helaine turn up to training…

… to find Storvacker already on the field.

The soldiers already in attendance – including a handful of Helaine’s battlemages – are giving her a wide berth.

He’s not sure whether it’s respect or fear, given that Storvacker has clearly already had her breakfast. It’s unclear if the red at the corners of her maw is blood or raspberry juice, but either way, it’s certainly giving their soldiers second thoughts about approaching her.

He glances down at Helaine, at a loss for words.

She gives him a shrug. “Perhaps she is here for drills?”

The mere idea almost makes him laugh. Especially as he can’t help but picture the bear in full plate armour, with a shield tied to her back and a sword in her mouth. Though the teeth and claws would likely make the sword superfluous…

“She may have been accustomed to joining the Avvar warriors,” Helaine adds, evidently not finding this as odd as he is. “Scout Kjell might know. Though he is not of her former clan. It is probable that customs differ between holds.”

“So, what do we… do?” he asks.

“Carry on as we intended.”

“And if she… takes offence?”

She gives him a pointed look, and he holds his hands up in only partially mock surrender.

“Very well. On your head be it.”

He strides forward, ordering them all into formation. Despite the bear, who remains on the field, unbothered, they all do as they are commanded, though a few of the ones on the flank nearest her do give her wary sideways glances as they stand to attention.

And Storvacker… takes up a position too.

Not quite in formation, for which he’s fairly sure the side-eying soldiers are glad. But not too far away from it either. Feet neatly arranged, head straight, just as he usually expects of his troops.

Well… this should be interesting.

CONFESSION:

By now we probably all know what happens, when Storvacker the bear is recruited into the Inquisition. I read through the wartable quest again today and laughed to hard at the Avaar mentioning to Cullen that Storvacker thinks of him as a cub with mange. Am I really the only one who is expanding on the thought? As in Storvacker worrying about Cullen when he is sick from Lyrium withdrawal, because she really thinks of him as her baby? Just imagine that bear pushing him towards his bed. Or a romanced Cullen trying to rest in the Inquisitors chambers, while he has chills, and Storvacker coming in and keeping him warm?

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