Blackfeather Woods can you guess how many of these crazy facts are just the weirdest myths?

hey kiddo @Euron

She had walked, moved for the sake of moving. She had no goal in mind, no place to be. She just knew that standing still in her den or in the infirmary was a surefire way to succumb to the chill, or to succumb to her mind's dark tendrils of anxiety, doubt, self-hatred, and paranoia. She walked and hummed softly to herself, a song she had learned long ago from a man she barely thought about these days, gripping tightly onto better memories in her life rather than the dark reality she now lived in.

Reality could not be ignored forever, though. As she walked she looked about absentmindedly, and in the corner of her eye she saw him. The sight of him made her freeze, as if gripped by the ice that snaked in the dirt and solidified the plants at her feet. It was too similar, too much like the lustful face that Sheogorath wore when he took her. Shock took her for a moment, then anger, and she snarled at Euron with a ferocity that she reserved for few wolves in her life.