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She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his self-praise. Besides perhaps proud Vaati, Blackfeather wolves spoke with their actions, not words. They were dark and deadly; they didn't have to spin tales of their own greatness in order to be great. Talented and useful this wolf may be, but Maegi would have to see it to believe it.

"Yes, it's over," Maegi responded coolly, flicking an ear to dismiss her cynical thoughts. She stared thoughtfully at Sascha. "Are you going to come live there? Be. . .useful for us?" There she let the barest hint of scorn enter her tone, though she delivered it with a bland half-smile.

The newest member of her family should at least see where the Meloniis had chosen to dwell for several generations, now. Mourn over Miraak, if he indeed had been this man's teacher. And perhaps Vaati would like him well enough to invite Sascha to stay.