Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

{dogs}{part one, episode ten}

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After departing the boy's company, Maegi had spent several days traveling through the bogs of this part of the world, rolling in mud and subsisting on frogs (she thought of Ghost fondly as she did so). By the time she saw something that vaguely resembled a plateau, her normally pristine pale pelt was tangled with dried muck and leaves, and she reeked. A swamp creature, brought to life.

What helped her more was the growing scent of wolves around, and as she approached the border, she caught a smell that brought the red woman instantly to mind. This must be it, then. . .the home of the Redhawks. Blackfeather's enemy--the killer of her uncle, Miraak, and her father, too. Yearners for Mou's head on a pike.

Maegi swallowed as she stared death in the face. Sithis was near. She felt him by her side, cold against her ribs. Was the Void this cold?

She had to do it, or she could never live with herself.

Māzigon, Peryite, she whispered, summoning strength and the daedra, all at once. Māzigon, Sithis, Malacath, Jyggalag, Sheogorath, Mephala. . .Peryite. Māzigon. Blood pounded in her ears like a war drum.

The Melonii tipped her head to the sky and howled softly, plaintively, seeking an audience in the wake of grief.