Otatso Wetlands You can break me if that's what you want

Only at the mention of a father did Miraak finally connect Xan to Kove. The resemblance was there, but he did not want to automatically connect them just because they were white wolves who knew Meldresi. It seemed too obvious, and yet it was the truth. He scoffed at himself internally, Your father is Kove, then?

This welcoming part of Meldresi was familiar and yet distant. She welcomed people of all walks of life and even religion, strange for such a devout person such as her. The thought of her welcoming a child into her fold wasn't surprising to him. That sounds like her alright, He sighed wistfully. He wished he had the time to see this new, yet still the same, sister. It was one of the things he ever truly regretted, that he didn't make it in time. But yet here you are, no longer smelling of the Woods. Did someone get rid of you? He was not fully invested in the internal politics of the pack yet; he even suspected that it was relatively civil between wolves, a worrying thought. He barely scented Xan within pack borders before he left, paying no mind when it disappeared.