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

To know that he would be performing a task that Meldresi would have wanted for him was, undoubtedly, settling. It put him at ease, as well as allowed for his confidence to begin healing. For the late queen, he would be doing something, and he would put his best efforts into it. The packs of the north would someday learn of the yearling, for he would gather from them as much information as he could. Then, when the time is right, every ounce of knowledge collected would be shared with Blackfeather. He would make Meldresi proud, even if it killed him, for his debt to her had never been paid prior to her passing; the respect he felt towards her was far too great for him to just forget his need to deliver payment, too.

With a nod, Alexander took the man’s words as a hint that the time for them to part ways had arrived. With nothing more the say, the Inuk watched Miraak take his leave and then did the same. Though his current destination was the grove, he would eventually venture beyond that land and into the unknown. All for the priestess, whose kindness was something that Xan might never forget.