Blackfeather Woods Breached her sanctuary

Miraak sensed that his next words would be heavily scrutinized by the stunted boy. It was a feeling he had encountered before, but never by such a small wolf before (both in age and physically). You are my kin — my family, His gaze focused heavily on the stunted boy, but danced to the black-socked girl occasionally. I deserve to know who you are, and you me. Don't I?

Hoping that the boy would be satisfied with that answer, he turned his attention to the sister, who asked about that far off woman, deified and worshipped by the wolves of Blackfeather Woods long ago. None of these wolves would ever know her as she was — a mortal woman. Intelligent and beautiful, yes, but a mortal woman who lived and died as the rest of them would. Yes, He nodded. She was my older sister by a year, He had often cursed himself for not moving faster and being able to see Meldresi before she died. He wondered what woman she had turned into, if she had changed at all. He looked at her expectantly, predicting that she had some questions to blurt out at him.