Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

Atshen, He repeated, doing the same as the small boy. He saw the tiny dark body shiver, to which Miraak chuffed. First winters are always the coldest, He half remembered his first, though it was a foggy memory. You like to spar? We can spar if you'd like, He rarely sparred with children, but the furiousity on his face, so similar to his mother's, told the elder that it would be an interesting match.