Blacktail Deer Plateau haunted by delusion

@Ash Paw Sorry for the Delay!

The priestess had been settling comfortably in her new home, relieved to have found a place not only accepting of the beliefs that she had begun to double down on since her run-in with Colt, but also that Ingram, or the Dreadfather, had promised to teach her to fight. She would learn to defend herself. Despite her status, she would become fearsome on the battlefield and no one would ever dare to make such a demand of her again.

And if they did, she would be able to take them.

It had left such a poor taste in her mouth, even now as she huddled inside of a den, her paws freshly stained with the coloring of berries that she had stomped in, communing with her own gods in the only way she knew how, the fragrant scent of fermented berries clinging to her, a steady haze over her as she often got after sessions. The Druid knew next she would look out at the borders, perhaps even seek out the Dreadfather to ask questions of the daedra they had spoken of when they had first met... but for now, she rested with a rabbit, tearing into it hungrily as she sought to sate her worldly hungers.