Hawke rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. Some things never change, and Isabela is one of them. Thank the Maker for that. The sea breeze is a warm caress on the skin, and the rustling of the leaves in the forest around them is almost musical.

"I'm as fast as you, you just cheated. I admit I don't know how, but I'm sure you did."

Almost as soon as she finishes the sentence, there's another screech and they both move, but this time the creature is nearer Hawke, jumping towards her with claws outstretched. From the side, Hawke's mabari leaps and pushes it off-balance, pinning it and ripping its throat out before Hawke can do more than take two steps. She looks down at the bloody mess and sighs theatrically.

"...blight it, you're both one up on me. This is not my day."

The warm breezes and laughing leaves say otherwise, as does the quirk of her mouth.