Blackfeather Woods paint splattered teardrops on my shirt

Omg so sorry I missed this

He walked slowly, casting his thoughts out for the Daedra. Trying to get them to talk to him without the tree.
But rather, they sent him the wolf-dog. Small and sleek, she pressed a greeting to his muzzle, then backing away, nervous and seemingly scared.
He cocked his head, ears pressed forward with concern.

Rowan stepped closer, touching his nose to her cheek.
"What's wrong?"
Something had happened.
Maybe his thoughts had sent the Daedra to her, preying on the newest member rather than answering him.
He crouched down, letting himself be on her level. Letting her know he wasn't some overlord, but rather her friend.