Blacktail Deer Plateau tuviatchiak

Kindness, repeatedly given to her.

She did not know what to do with it. Truth be told. She figured the only thing to do was...respect him. Share with him everything she had here. The den, the deer, the land.

It was not a place just meant for one.

Truthfully it was meant for more than just two as well. Yet she found comfort in the small, silent corner of the world she had claimed. It reminded her of...

"What sort of home you had, if you'll tell me."

She started with slowly, sinking down onto her haunches. It was...home. Not very far from here actually, but strangers live there now. I don't think they know the history. A little shake of her head. Gods, Daedra, lived in the dark woods. Some honored them with their actions. Some places held presences. Vague and loose for she only remembered so much from a religion she had not clutched onto forever.

She could recall caves. A poisonous tree. An altar.

Then the land grew angry one day. We had to leave, it wasn't safe anymore.