Blackfeather Woods Where you hang your enemy's head [QUEST]

He fit in well into the Blackfeather sect, but he knew no one. He was not a praised Dark Brother here, just some relative of Meldresi, the deceased and worshipped Night Queen. He smirked at the thought. She always had some unearthly quality about her that made wolves quick to bend the knee. If they didn't, those who did would surge forward and push them to the ground. That she have a legacy was only natural for her. He only wished she was here.

But such thoughts were foolish to linger on now. Someone had scented coyotes in the Woods. In increasingly large and present numbers. Miraak found fresh dung, the scent burning his tongue. Miraak huffed, scanning the area before his head tipped back, calling for wolves to join him. He was too old to fight on his own, but he would enjoy getting to know his fellow Dark Siblings. He called for his nephews, @Cicero and @Damien, the priest @Kove, and the new recruit @Emélie. He was aware that the young boy @Crescent was still recovering, but he opened his invitation to him anyway.