Blacktail Deer Plateau haunted by delusion

The woman’s eyes would come up at the statement, a soft smile on her features as she greeted him in kind. “Hello.” She would return, her accent thick against the draping silence in the background. Her paws still stained with the deep scent of blueberry and raspberry thick in the air around her. It was hard to find these sometimes, but she did what she could for her connection to her gods.
 
It still puzzled her why a self-proclaimed Daedra would welcome other religions, but she was happy to have a home, and a promise of someone teaching her to defend herself as well, finding herself content. “I’m Rana. And you are?”