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

Damien was grateful for Miraak's comprehensive silence during the journey. For now, he didn't want the man to know who he was, and feared that carrying a conversation for longer than absolutely necessary would risk that secrecy. The facts about their relation would be reserved for a more appropriate moment, or rather for when Damien was sure the older male wouldn't leave them.

And that moment seemed to get closer every second.

He was quick to notice the pack's reduced numbers upon reaching the borders, and Damien nodded his head yes without shame. It was true, they were few and it seemed their ranks grew thinner as they got closer to winter, much to the dark prince's dismay.

"Perhaps she did," Damien forced himself to comment, noticing Miraak's conviction in his own words. The young leader knew that he was probably not doing great in his new position, but admitting it was not easy.

"Follow me," he said then, delving into the depths of the forest, directly into the main keep of Mephala's Web where he was sure he would find @Potema. There he let out a howl for @Cicero, who believed would also be intrigued by the older Dark Brother.