Danarius is dead and Fenris is a free man. He’s spent so much of his life a slave he knows next to nothing about being free.
He’s never thought of himself as lucky, and for the most part he has a knack for looking at things from the dourest of perspectives, but things in his life are certainly looking up. He’s free, and he has Hawke. Now if he could just convince her to that the mage Anders she keeps in her company is a danger to them all, he might actually crack a smile, but she’s nothing, if not stubborn. Oddly, it’s one of the reasons he loves her.
*This is not an ongoing story, so much as it is a collection of moments from Fenris’s point of view. Sometimes they might stream together collectively, other times they might go backwards.