Phoenix Maplewood Returning to you

so cute <3

He was not so sure what drew him to Phoenix Maplewood that day. It was a place of ghosts, he knew — he had met a girl from Silver Creek, where the pack had moved to. Desna was no longer with them and he wondered if that was what pulled him in or if it would only make him more reluctant to go here. Summer was good to the maplewood, and it looked more alive than when he had last visited it. To tread across its former borders felt strange. Only remnants of his earlier trip remained in his head, for it had not been truly him; Sheogorath had been in control then and although Cicero to this day knew only little of the male's actions, he knew that he'd been here.

As he stepped deeper into the woods he heard a voice in the distance, though could not decipher anything that was said. The scout's step carried him closer, curious, but the voice died down before he reached it. As he stepped closer, finding a thick maple tree, he saw the girl before it. She had grown, but he was fairly certain that it was her even as she lay down on the ground. "Desna," he said, his voice soft and barely more than a whisper as he looked at her. He smiled wryly and stood for a moment, as though unsure whether to approach or to simply turn away and leave her to her peace.