Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

So lost as she was in the majesty of this place, Maegi did not realize she was no longer alone until the other wolf was nearly right beside her. Feeling the vibration of pawsteps on the cold ground, she wheeled about, feeling unusually guilty, as if she had been caught in the middle of some unsavory act, like bullying Ramsay or stealing from Euron's treasures.

It was her uncle Miraak, indigo eyes--the same color as one of hers--blinking down at her. She stared at him for a long moment, jaw hanging slightly open in an unbecoming fashion. Shutting it, she finally blinked back, twitching an ear nervously as she said, "Uhm. . .hi."

She considered fleeing the scene and leaving Miraak to his own devices, but curiosity eventually got the best of her. Turning back around and pointing her nose at the rock, she asked, "What is this? It's. . .special." Maegi meant the whole clearing in general, really, but she was most fascinated by the glowing rock.