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It was too bright out here. Too bright, and too cold. Maegi had gotten used to the darkness of Blackfeather Woods, the relatively comfortable winter temperature the thick foliage provided. But out here. . .she was exposed. She felt as if her skin had been stripped away, leaving bone and muscle bare to the grueling sun.

She hated it.

She was hunkering down in whatever shadows she could find, diligently practicing her Daedric, when Euron's call rang out, sounding desperate and perhaps a bit pained and asking for her. With a small groan, she rose to her feet, and hobbled over to where her brother's holler had sounded from. Her bicolored eyes were tired, sunk deep into her narrow face with a haunted look much older than her four moons, and her snowy pelt was disheveled and unkempt.

"Hi," Maegi said flatly, coming across both Euron and Ramsay a little ways from where she had been resting. Her gaze was dull, almost listless, as she stared at Euron, wondering why he had summoned her. "What is it?" She hoped it was important enough to draw her from the peace and quiet of the dark glade.