Blackfeather Woods Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

He arrived to the forest with the young man @Damien, and from the moment he saw its dark silhouette on the horizon, he knew his sister had chosen well. It was almost as if it was made just for them. 

Their journey continued with little conversation. Miraak spent most of his time contemplating Meldresi's death, and wondering after the children she had bore. How many and with whom? Were they alive? Were they living in these Woods still? Those questions he surpressed for now, until he reached the borders of the Woods.

He breathed in the scent of the borders. You are few, He observed, without condescendation or disappointment. Mephala has guided me here to help you, hasn't she? He wondered, more to himself and the air around him than the black wolf standing next to him. Damien's answer made no difference to Miraak's opinion. He was here now. He would stay through the winter and make sure they were strong.