Blackfeather Woods only this & nothing more

He made sure to steer clear of Wolfskull, but didn't know why. There were rivaling memories of the pitted cavern and one might expect a little bit of confusion; Titmouse remembered being a prisoner there, remembered holding prisoners, remembered the escape - his own and later, Fire. Maybe the problem was that he held too many memories overall. Instead of delving through the woods and seeking out the abandoned cave the young man went another route - looking for signs of Relmyna, her shrines, any sign that the dark gods of the forest were lingering near.

At some point that morning it had begun to snow. There was a fine mist cascading across the tops of the trees and trying to settle between them, and he moved with it as he fought the overgrown paths; Titmouse was forced to reroute some of them as he went, until he was faced with a clearing with a dusting of perfect snow. Beyond it there was a path winding through the trees, and he chose to avoid breaking up the idyllic scene in favor of keeping to the darkness. When he finally did emerge, he took stock of the stone slab just beyond.

At first Titmouse did not see the dark shape of the living shadow. They were poised in front of the altar but did not move, and Titmouse did not immediately notice the canid shape for what it was; he was oblivious until he drew closer, at which point the ghost stopped in his tracks — perhaps he had found one of the abandoned gods after all?