Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

For a hot minute, Rowan thought he was going to be ok.
That the Daedra would play nice with the uncertain newcomer.
But of course not.

The other walked with such calmness through the willow's fingers. The drapes falling over their back.
A few more minutes. A few more.
Then, he saw it. The trembling, the fear. His tail tucked and Rowan was already entering the clearing.
"Forgive me Mephala, but I don't want Zephyr to be scared of you."
A good enough reason, really. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to talk to him. Rowan would provide an offering later.
"Hey, it's Rowan. You're ok, you're safe. I've got you"

Zephyr crumbled like a fawn trying to stand for the first time, head curling in. Trying to block out the voices and visions, most likely.
As Rowan passed under the tendrils, he inhaled a cloud of spores brushed into the air by Zephyr. Rowan didn't know that was the cause of the hallucinations, but he knew the risks of entering the Grove.
He pressed his nose to the other's back, firm but careful. Moving deliberately up to their scruff so Rowan could take hold and start to pull them away from the Daedra.