Blackfeather Woods garden on bones

She is still unnerved by his intentions.
Helping, he had said. The woman knew it was more than just helping it. She knew what the young man was doing, planning on doing, to the injured bird. She sucked her teeth as she watched it flail underneath him. Had this been any other animal I might have ignored this, She begins, unwilling to move the younger but stronger wolf off of his prize. The crows and ravens are sacred to us, just as spiders are. The forest was named after them, and they are Nocturnal's, the Daedric Prince of Night, creatures, She murmurs, wondering how he would react to such information, if he even cared.