Blackfeather Woods you tell me everything twice

Miraak let out a huff of air, seemingly thinking back to how long it had been. Over a year now, Had it been that long? It seemed like longer. This place was home for him; he had fit in quickly, without much of the pushing and displaying many new members had done, like he assumed this Argent would, if he had the ambition.

Why here of all places? Miraak began vetting him. You don't fit the normal demographic, Most of the wolves who joined and then left were dark of fur and dark of heart. You had to be the former to dare enter the bloodsoaked borders, and the latter to truly blend in. But Argent didn't seem to be either.