Blackfeather Woods shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Maegi expected a fight, but to her utter surprise, Mou went along with her, and soon they were both engulfed in darkness. She drew up close to him, shoulder-to-shoulder until it was no longer possible, and still then she kept very near. Part of her was afraid to lose him to the shadows, as crazy as that sounded. With the way things had gone lately. . .anything was possible.

"We hid here during the first war," she whispered, her voice bouncing ever-so-slightly off the walls as they descended. "We were just pups; we couldn't fight. We were safe from the fighting but--"

Suddenly, chaos was upon her, and her gaze fell upon a brown female with bright eyes, engaged in a spar with Miraak, whose own indigo orbs flashed with the thrill of the fight. Heart hammering in her chest, Maegi watched, wanting so badly to leap into the fray, but kept her distance, hidden in the shadows, her muscles taut.

"I ventured up to see what was happening," she continued, now slightly choked. "And then--"

The old Melonii was doing his best--oh, and there were Nyx and Moonshadow, fighting a pair of wolves over to the side, they seemed to be doing fine as well and--Oh, oh, no!

Miraak's blood--gods, there was so much blood. She'd never forget the look of the woman, blood dripping from her victorious jaws. And Miraak's eyes, so like one of her own, losing their light. Slowly. . .slowly. . .

She dreamed often of Mou meeting the same fate.

(Not today, Satan.)