Duskfire Glacier Lost

the name ivory rose brings with it no recognition to wintersbane and accordingly he lets it fade. there was little reason to remember it as she weaves a tale of how it fell: with a departing monarch and the dwindling of numbers. not the first time such a tragic twist had befallen a pack in these wilds, the tundrian recalls, and it wouldn't be the last he ruminates.

daedra; a light shiver drifts along the tundrian's spine as he thinks of the dark gods he has long since forsaken.

i called blackfeather woods home several times in my life, wintersbane admits. i once fell beneath the spell of the daedric princes, he attempts to navigate his now lack of faith with sensitivity in case the injured woman before him still believes.

his pace is slow; mindful of her injured condition and the exhaustion he assumes must be weighing heavily upon her now. that was a long time ago. a different me. if that made any kind of sense.

is it possible she escaped to the tunnels? he recalls the maze-like network of them beneath the woods and how he'd, as a teenager, once sought to lead the woods' enemies into the territory through them.