Blackfeather Woods You'll marry Ser Loras

The slayer walks faster, suspiciously faster, seemingly attempting to shake Vaati from his trail. But Vaati is no fool to follow blindly when such suspicions arise; he slows to a stop as Miraak vanishes under the cover of the dark forest. But the feeling of eyes upon him does not sate, even as his presence stands alone. The entirety of his body tenses, ears twitching ever so often as they seek out any audible sign that his uncle lurks nearby. It is a challenge, one he is ready to take on, one that he excells in. The snap of branches and crunch of depris under the paws of another circling by, the movement of the wind pushing forth the familiar scent is a dead giveaway, but exactly what his uncle plans to do remains unknown. Pivoting to face where he believes Miraak lurks, his hackles raise, stance ready for what the man has in store.