Ravensblood Forest Bloody Tails of Hunting Union

a sage nod is given, understanding the want of sacrifices enough despite that they do not agree they should be given to other gods ( they are selfish, they cannot help it ) they do not vocalize this. ever so slowly, at a snail's pace, they are learning to lessen their possessive hold upon wanting to hoarde such things to and for themselves.

she does not worship the daedra and they cannot expect anything else.

a soft twist of amusement tugs at the corners of their scarred lips. that is not what i meant, they correct her in a manner that could be mistaken for soft. i mean the living ghosts. the wolves that were supposed to lead and live here. perhaps it is their mistake, perhaps they see only what they want to see because they want to see it.

they want their threadbones to be true.