Blackfeather Woods I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour

As Ramsay crossed into the mire, he was thankful that winter's chill had frozen the waterways, presenting straight paths that would otherwise be unnavigable. His legs were long enough to carry him through water if needbe, especially now that he was starting to grow with more rapidity than in the first stage of his life, but it was just easier for the growing pup this way. His eyes had fully transitioned to a deep, rich indigo, the same shade as Miraak's, and the fur of his shortened nape and hunched shoulders had veritably exploded into a high ridge of messy, bladed fur in recent weeks. All this combined gave him the look of a miniature Melonii wolf in a hyena-esque body, and to emphasize it, he'd begun to wear a vaguely knowing grin of late when in the company of strangers.

But today he wasn't in anyone's company and his expression was neutral. His pace was even and regular as he wove between the trees, turning on a dime at times to direct his vision to the sides, then continuing on. He had spent very little time on this side of the woods. He knew it was where the spirits congregated. The air felt heavier here; it was due to the marsh's natural humidity and oppressive overgrowth, but to him, religious as he was, it was the heavy burden of ghosts and daedra watching from the trees. Even so, though he believed in them and held them at least semi-sacred, Ramsay did not pray like the priests and didn't worship as strongly as they, and felt vaguely uncomfortable in the mire. This was Maegi's preferred place, and she was the main reason he delved into it in spite of his general unease.

Ramsay is looking for @Maegi but this is open to anyone.