Blackfeather Woods Of a dollar to earn

He turned back, assured there was no demon looming behind him.
Only to see the strange man looking...was that disappointment? Possibly. Rowan had forgotten how to read the expressions of others. It was a process currently.
"Currently," he replied. He knew the woods were ever-changing and his life wasn't worth much in the time of the woodland.

Then, he saw it.
To flash of another pale, marred face dipping through the trees towards them.
His ears pricked. Now it would be the strangers turn to look behind him. Unless he were so in tune with Maegi that he just knew she was there. They probably did some crazy ritual together and the Daedra partnered them together for life.
Rowan made it up as he went really.

His tail wagged before she could register it was him.
His head dipped, ears slicking back with a soft whine, but didn't approach.
He didn't want to get closer to that man and...it had been so long and he wasn't a child. He didn't know how she'd react if he greeted her like he'd greeted Tundra when she came back.
"Of course I did," he grinned. How could he not?