Blackfeather Woods The Color Out of Space

He smiled, his posture relaxing. He wasn't one to keep up the facade he was an all-righteous master overlord. It was just to make sure whoever was at the border knew this wasn't their land. It was his.

A quick smile. Everyone else had abided by them so far.
One who served the spirits certainly could too.
She seemed too ready, though. He wondered if it was just eagerness for the Daedra, or something other.
He pushed the thought aside.
"In these woods, you are to not harm the birds, and in this pack, you are to provide safety to those who need it." 
He tilted his head, watching her for a moment more, wondering what the Daedra wanted with her.

He turned inviting her in silently.
Keeping a golden eye trained on her.
"There is an altar for the Daedra. There is a tree blessed by them too, so they can talk to you clearer than ever before."
These woods seemed to be the epicentre for Gods.
"You can talk to them all you like. Just follow those rules," he smiled softly.