Blacktail Deer Plateau Witchy woman

Ash Paw had no recollection really of what the Daedra had gone through as he had read the bones, that one day. Beneath the boughs of the raven's trees. Where dark shadows met the light and retreated. All she remembered was the aching feeling of knowing everything was going to change, and perhaps for the better. However, getting there was possibly gonna be bloody and she didn't have enough sacrifices.

At his next words, her ire grew and she stopped midstep and turned to study him. Narrowed blue eyes at his face, the fierceness of her family, of her soul showing through as she pursed her maw and spoke voice low and rather cold.

I only worship Atka and Sos. Do I know not to anger those that follow them, yes. And Amarok gets one sacrifice during this time of year and that is all. Do not mistake my healthy dose of safety for Heresy. I will rip your throat out upon my altars and watch your blood color my paws.

She quirked a brow and huffed. And then returned to her movements. The creatures that color my religion. Are those of the spirit animals or Loa. And creatures that can harm or heal. There are some like Amarok of course, but they are only during certain times of year. No, the followers of Shearwater, follow Atka and Sos.