Serpent Lake skin like daffodils

flipped a coin if they'd notice kove or not!

well, shit. that explains her strong reaction, though really, how are they supposed to know which of their relatives have gone off and died? sascha feels a flicker of annoyance but hides it under flattened ears, making a fleeting show of looking chastised for the sake of smoothing things out. (it doesn't quite work, their eyes betray no actual sheepishness, but to be fair their expression tends to stay flat).

"my cousin, then," they say, then pause, catching movement in the distance. another wolf -- but they can't quite make out much else, and their eyes narrow suspiciously. "what of miraak? is he here?" sascha tries, keeping their gaze on the figure in the distance for a moment longer before looking back to their newly-discovered cousin. they haven't seen their uncle in ages but he was supposed to be here too, sascha thinks. or maybe he's gone and died too. pointing their nose toward the stranger lurking in the back, the fledgling adds, "do you know them?"