Blackfeather Woods your beauty makes them weak

@Relmyna, maybe? only if you want/have time!

Nightcaller Visit quest.

sleep evades wintersbane as an unknown restlessness steals over him. a patrol, he thinks, but half an hour into a sweep of the borders and he realizes that the patrol isn't working to soothe his restlessness. he rolls his shoulders, pausing in his steps, drawing in a breath of frigid night air, letting the cold air seep deep into his lungs. it burns, briefly, pin-prickles of ice inside the heat of his body. winter is at the gates of the wilds, preparing it's assault upon their lands but there is confidence in the tundrian that blackfeather woods would be alright. they've accumulated numbers since he'd first joined their fold and they are blessed by the daedra that their woods is self-sustaining ...and even if it wasn't there are plenty of neutral territories bordering it that have vast prey.

it's not his concern ...well it is his concern as he does live within the pack and their chances of survival through the winter also affect his chances of survival; still, he can't help but feel like he's coming dangerously close to blurring a line he shouldn't be; he stops himself before he can; shutting off thoughts of that nature like the slam of a door.

on a whim, though perhaps it is less of a whim and more of an instinctual feeling, he ventures into heart of the grotto, towards nightcaller temple. as he shrugs into the sacrosanct area his glacial gaze is drawn to the massive rock with it's crack cleaving it nearly in half. last time he was here he'd been summoned by the listener to attend a rite with her. presumably, he's alone now as he paces nearer to the altar. it is groomed but he notices a few out of place weeds invading the holy ground and takes to plucking them out one by one. it's menial work but he's wants to soothe his mind into a quiet that will allow him to slumber and does not really mind what it takes; but in the meantime he might as well make himself useful.

wintersbane wasn't the kind of man that liked wasting time; his tendency to be impatient ( despite the vast improvement from his cubhood ) didn't oft allow it.