Blackfeather Woods they call me

So charmed by this place, she hadn't noticed that she wasn't alone anymore. Or, rather, she had, but from the corner of her eye she had spotted a burly white wolf and thought him to be Vaati, and had chosen to ignore her brother. It was only when he spoke that she realized that it wasn't, in fact, Vaati, but instead someone she'd never met before.

Maegi turned to face the man, who lingered near the entrance of the cavern. Seen with full vision, he was clearly much older than Vaati, and with brown eyes instead of light blue. Where did you learn that? he had asked.

"Uh, I--I dunno," she answered, a little hesitantly. She didn't know whether to take his presence here to mean that she didn't belong in the cave, saying these prayers, or if he was genuinely curious and trying to be friendly. She never could tell with wolves meeting Potema's twisted litter for the first time. "Maybe Miraak. But I can't remember. I just. . .know it."

The girl grew a little bolder, taking a few halting, crooked steps toward the male before stopping in her tracks, gazing up at him. She was growing like a weed, but she still needed to look up for most interactions. "Who are you?"