Blackfeather Woods I hear your voice on the wind

His white coat, a trait she was glad she hadn't inherited (not even because it stood out among their woods, more because she quite liked her resemblance to the night sky), had alerted her of his position just moments before he spoke to greet her. Though she did not hate her father, far from it actually, she couldn't say they had a strong bond after almost 2 years. Miraak had felt more like a father, but he was gone. So were many.

Greetings. She said in return, not wanting to act hostile against him even though she saw him as an obstacle in regards to their plans. Sure, Damien didn't, and he was a fine leader for a peaceful pack, but Nyx found he stood in the way of all they wished to accomplish. These thoughts were left unspoken.

I did not think you would be up this late. She admitted softly. What motive has led you to seek me out?