Blackfeather Woods what we do in the shadows [pup activity]

He grinned at praise, his tail wagging hard enough for a butt wiggle. He scooted backwards a little to observe the others that had come from a safe distance. He pressed sat by his siblings, but only close enough to defend them. He was always ready to put himself forth and investigate any threats.

He hadn't come here before. He'd ventured across the mire but avoided the Alter, the air about it seeming electric with something foreboding to him. He felt as if he should only come when asked or when necessary; not out of curiosity. 
The words Maegi spoke seemed to run true with his senses. He avoided this place because the spirits were here and, where he could sense them he would not interfere with them. That would not be his path.

Daedra. His head tilted slightly, intrigued. 
Mephala was the night-mother. Was she one who controlled the darkness? He'd find out for sure.
Sithis. Death. Void. The words would speak clarity all too soon for the young boy.

A pause lingered. He cast a wary gaze to the others when the ghost spoke again to send thick shivers and gripping coldness across his body.
Do you hear them?