Kathleen
*A hulking shape moved through the snow-covered trees, trudging through a thick layer of soft snow and hefting a large, crude axe in one hand. From head to toe it was draped in a medley of animal pelts held together with plenty of simple hide laces, doing well to ward off the biting cold of northern Skyrim. Once more, Rodric had found himself wandering further from his home in the Reach in search of food, and still he wasn't sure why all the game had moved away. Perhaps the Forsworn, or poachers, or something else perhaps? Whatever the cause, he was certain that he had to keep searching. It took much food to keep himself strong, owing to his size, and so he had to make sure to stay fed as often as possible and as much as possible. It was what he was doing now, following the pungent scent of a rather large bear. Different from his usual tastes for venison or other animals, but plenty of meat to last a little longer. Yet even then, he picked up other scents as well, all sorts of smells in the wilderness.*
Marilyn
**The moon shines brightly upon the beaten path, covered in snow and other unidentifiable materials. Mosul would be riding upon his snow bear mount, its bright white fure and scars camoflauging perfectly with the snowy backdrop. Looking at the scenery, he found the beauty of Skryim encapturing, its different seasons, its high mountains and plentitutdes of deep lakes. His cloak stopped any cold from reaching his golden skin, enchanted to do just the job and more. Its tapestrys swirling and moving slowly and methodically, as though in time with the bounce of his bear stead.**
**The bear then stopped and sniffed in the air. It sensed something, and when Mosul utilised his magical expertise, he viewed the creature clearer than the rays of moonlight infront of him. It seemed to be a beast of somekind. A bull maybe, from the size of it maybe even mamoth. But no, it was standing on its rears. This was something else, something he had to see. He began to move closer towards it, not too fast to startle whatever it may be, at a friendly and welcoming pace. The bear would be of no issue, he had the beast under complete control. Even if the saddle came off, he could still entrance it under his command through the click of his fingers.**
**He shouted from a distance now**
"Hey there traveler." **He would utilise his magic oncemore, seeing it behind a tree and sensing its path and direction, he knew he had been heard.**
Kathleen
*Perhaps Mosul knew he had been heard, but Rodric was not surprised by his presence for the reasons one would expect. Frankly, he'd picked up on the scent of him and the bear he rode on more than a mile ago, something that virtually no other in Skyrim could do. Rather, he was surprised that the Altmer knew he was faced with something nearly as large as a giant and hefting a huge axe, and yet decided to speak to him casually like looking at a 9-foot-tall man-bull was a normal occurrence. And so, Rodric walked into view, shaking the nearby trees a bit and knocking snow off of their branches with his weight. He looked stoically at the Altmer and spoke plainly.*

"Why are you not afraid of me?"