Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

She very faintly remembered the influx of plains wolves that flooded into Teekon Wilds from the east some time ago, somehow connecting the two together. There must be plains alongside the desert she speaks of.

Being a priestess, or at the very least, a fierce devotee of her own religion, the thought of another cult being so close annoyed, no, aggravated her. But the shiver that went down the red woman's spine intrigued her more. I am from a pack close by. We're called Blackfeather Woods, after the forest we reside in.She didn't mention the fact that they were a secret cult of bloodthirsty Daedra worshippers. It might be a bit triggering to her. Were they unkind to you, this Cult of Fire?