Blackfeather Woods Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!

There was no denying that the stranger at their borders was handsome - pretty, in a way, with the silvery makeup right underneath his indigo orbs. But sheer beauty would not earn Nyx's respect and admiration anymore - she had seen how simple looks could ruin all that one had. They made you trust the ones that were not to be trusted - love them no matter what they did to you... She did not have long to stare at him though, feeling the vibrations in the air and ground as her big "brother" and "strong leader" approached. Her bi-coloured eyes glanced at him, confused at the slightly respectful look back but did not point it out.

Is that a bad thing? She asked the stranger with a frown. While she did not answer to every command of Atshen, she did not allow anyone else to disrespect his title. In a way, she was pretty protective over Atshen - more than she would like to be. He was cruel, but at least he did not avoid her as so many seemed to do. She did not respect his title, his actions or his words - but she did respect him as a whole; a wolf, from the same litter or not.

As if Atshen's presence did not make things awkward enough, the old Miraak showed up shortly after and seemed to know the stranger. They called each other weird names and greeted much like family or friends would. It caused the raise of an eyebrow from Nyx, her freckles moving with the change in facial expression like a wave crashing onto a beach. She looked at Atshen then, as if to ask "what is happening?"