Larksong Grotto Warflower

cameo as well!

back carrying the weight of several pelts, he sought now to move them from one place to another. away from his hut and into the drying sun as the day began to warm. but had been disturbed by a tension on the wind, and odd noises.
the grotto was often alive with sounds; wildlife, nature itself, and the witch's crowing. but this was neither here or there. it was unfamiliar footsteps, and the mewling of a child.
when ulfric arrives, it is to see aspa already slinking in the shadows, normal and milky eye searching. the huntsman finds her side albeit several feet away, looking to her once in silent question—then back to the man who stands upon the borders of the grotto and winsook.
eyeballing the grotesque wound brandished upon jaw and shoulder.