Ravensblood Forest all gods who receive homage are cruel

for @Huntington

wintersbane hates the coast. he'd never been a fan of sand and now it holds unpleasant memories of the words his sister — was malliadh his sister anymore? — had used to cut him through the flesh and to the bone and the fight that had ensued. he'd came out of it the victor but the next time he would not be so merciful to her, he knows. ...still, venturing far and wide for potential recruits to blackfeather woods was necessary and the coast was a necessary evil in his plight.

their numbers dwindled well past what made wintersbane comfortable ...and maybe the daedra called for it's fall ...so that something new could start. but if that was the will of the gods then so be it; but wintersbane'd never been an idle beast and he will not the fall of the dark woods come without a fight. so he ventures out and his venture takes him to the familiar territory of ravensblood forest with it's tall sentinels that weep glossy red sap.

a light snow had begun to fall and blankets the forest floor in dustings of snow that managed to drift it's way through the cracks in the canopy above. snowfall — depending on how much — might hinder his return trip a bit ...but he is a tundrian and this is the weather he is built for after all.