"Six of one, half a dozen of the other. It pays to have a variety on hand as you never know what manner of trouble you will find in the wilds." This wood isn't half as wild and strange as those he'd met in Ferelden but- there is a tension in the air he cannot shake.

Perhaps it is the after effects of everything they've seen and endured.

Perhaps it is the foxes yet in the wood, darting through the shadows.

Or perhaps it is nothing more than the worries of an overtaxed mind. Time, and rest, will tell.