Sleepy Fox Hollow As the crow flies.

The higher sections of the range were oft windswept and frigid, yet he was drawn to them all the same. From such a vantage point he could look out across the lowlands, and one particular angle gave Mou a glimpse of the distant black smudge which he liked to think was Blackfeather; he did not miss the woods despite how strong the evidence was for the contrary, but rather he missed the people that once populated the now ruined home. He was deep in thought - imagining Relmyna, and Ceara, futile though it was.

Soon Mou was leaving behind those thoughts and as he hiked down one of the myriad paths to the rendezvous, he had let them slip completely away from him. He was concerned about other things: food, the deepening snow, his newly returned voice. At some point he knew he had to seek out Maegi and show her; but he worried it was temporary. Some trick by the daedra maybe. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to seek out an herbalist or medic and get a second opinion.