Blackfeather Woods she is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

it is on wintersbane's patrol that he scents it: another beast close to their borders. this has become more and more frequent though the scent never crosses deeper into their territory — and for that he is grateful. he is tired of and highly impatient with trespassers and non-trespassers that steal and eat their border decorations like men deranged and starving. ( how was that male making out, he idly wonders? had that rotting corpse been poisoned? ) perhaps each was a test of mephala and sithis ...and each incident was how had they fared in the eyes of the daedra? by their dwindling numbers perhaps not as well as wintersbane would've liked.

the dark brother is no leader but still, he concerns himself over their shrinking numbers all the same. it is concerning and to sit back, idle, and assume the daedra were going to do all the work for them was lazy. wintersbane'd never been a lazy nor idle beast. already, he plans to venture out on a recruitment drive. very few of his previous attempts have actually presented results but at least it is effort.

the dark pelaged woman is walking away when he comes across her — she had not called for any of them and her presence on the borders is curious. it causes the wispier fur of his nape to prickle and his chest to puff proudly beneath the silver-blue mane. who was she? what had she been doing? the dark brother calls after her with a carrying and deep chuff ...though if she is determined to be on her way and does not stop to indulge his curiosity he will not chase after her.