Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

The woods had sheltered her; had protected but also blinded her. Miraak and Damien were the only two souls that had taught her things she still held close to her heart. The rest of her view on the world was entirely her imagination and morals and, as much as she wanted to, she knew she'd never get to see all of it. Her place had been decided far before she was born she now realized; her place was in the woods, whether alone or not. Perhaps, someday, she would scout the Teekon for both herself and her pack - but that day was as far as the actual stars in the sky.

Her ears perked, eyes growing slightly wider when she blinked it off and shrugged bashfully. A light chuckle - as a rose pedal drifting on the wind - left her maw. From what? A hard talking-to from Nemesis? She asked rather playfully. Atshen was the favourite; everyone could see that in Nyx's opinion, and she doubted "Mother" would ever harm him.