Blackfeather Woods I hear your voice on the wind

Rather than a purpose, it was her father that found her there within the woods, his steps measured and head maintaining a raised position; he was getting used to leading again, though he would always view himself strictly as the  Guardian of the Woods. But today he was not guarding anything—not yet, at least—he was merely moving through his land without a purpose in mind. This he enjoyed doing when there was little else to do, intrigued, still, by the forest as a whole. In spite of this interest, however, he did not approach with any mystical information or words of a deity—daedric or otherwise—just a simple “Hello.”