Larksong Grotto What gods bring

he is foraging when he catches the scent of crazy madwoman and molding hide. nose rooting beneath the fresh spring growth, carefully picking from an assortment of wildflowers and mushrooms.
moving along from the hollow he had designated as his picking spot, footfalls of the hunter muted thuds as he goes. scenting briefly and then pursuing the trail of the witch, which led him in the direction of another scent.
he arrives just to hear the wary call of a stranger, and appears from brush to lay eyes upon a small, pale woman. ulfric huffs lightly and strolls past. her name is aspa, ulfric exhales a sigh through nostrils, witch of the wilds.
looking upon the soothsayer herself as she arrives. the hunter fixing his neighbor with a knowing look.