Blackfeather Woods The ghost of me was true but you've been haunted too

@Titmouse would be fun but AW!

As a boy growing up in the woods, it was rare to find Ramsay in the territory's eastern reaches. Something about it was foreboding to him back then, and it remained foreboding now as he waded slowly through the marsh. The water was icy, only half melted with spring's temperamental weather, but it didn't seep into his bones the same way the chill in the air did. He knew it was because the spirits were heavily concentrated here and silently judging him. He'd long since abandoned his faith in things like daedra and phantoms, keeping only the practical points of his lessons in his mind, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the weight of them watching him.

He sloshed onward, intent on familiarizing himself with this part of his family's domain so he could protect it as adequately as he did the western woods. The marsh wasn't exactly as defensible as the trees, he thought, but it didn't need to be; its structure would hinder even the most persistent of invaders enough for a hunting party to find them. Better to know all its nooks and crannies before that ever happened.