Blackfeather Woods closing a goddamn door

There was a coyote in their borders. He smelled it along the borders, but as it pushed into the Woods, Miraak grew stiff. It lingered about, prevading the air, evading him whenever he tried to find it. It frustrated the male to no end, chasing after this phantom smell. His lips curled as the scent passed by his nose again, his head whipping to chase after the evasive particles.

Miraak was glad then, that the stream was in his sights as he whirled about, and as his sight caught up with his head, he saw the dirty creature drinking from the waters. He stepped forward, his body behind her, hoping she was not aware enough to hear his steps before his voice. You've been escaping me for sometime, dear, He rumbled as he approached the drinking coyote, his face a mask of civility and kindness, draped over a void of murderous wrath. Just how did you get in here?