Blackfeather Woods The Color Out of Space

A smile, easier than the rest.
He felt better now he knew that his woods wouldn't be harmed by a new member. A follower.
A believer.

They soon would be strong enough to lay formal claim on this land.
He'll send out missionaries to spread the word of his pack. And perhaps find more followers of the Daedra.
Ivory Rose was the haven they would savour for hopefully a long time to come. A time of peace, until it required war.
He was prepared for that. And would ensure his pack was too.

"Yes," he replied, wondering what could she tell them of their whispers.
She pledged to be their Seer. The Daedra's voice.
"Leave offering at the altar, they will take favour to you and will accept you then."
To make sure she didn't go rushing to the tree without protection of some sort. If she was going to stay a long tie she'd need to keep her sanity.
"Come, we'll go there now."
He tilted his head to invite her in the correct direction, tail wagging softly.
Ivory Rose will be just fine.