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Oh, Miraak! Her chest clenched in agonized grief once more, as Sascha spoke of his knowledge of the man. Gods, he had even learned from her uncle, just as she had. Now he was gone, his body resting still in Blackfeather Woods. His soul was joined with his sister's once more.

"He died," Maegi said, voice flat as she tried to work the words through her throat muscles, drawn tight. "In the war." She looked down at her feet for an instant, trying to compose herself. It did no good to show any strong emotion toward Sascha, especially not when they had just met.

After a moment, she glanced back up, taking a deep inhale then exhaling with a sigh. "So why did you come here?" she asked, tail flicking in curiosity. "Just to find your family, or something else, too?" She was intrigued by the adventures wolves took part in, the stories she had heard from various adult members of her pack.

Euron and Ramsay loved to adventure. She was a homebody. . .but she loved the tales.