Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

He knows the battle came to an end when Atshen froze, dumbstruck. Miraak snarled, taking the opportunity to gently grasp the boy's neck in his jaws, biting lightly. You're dead, Was all he said before standing upright, shaking the snow from his pelt. Think upon this battle and why you lost. That was the style of his birth pack: little holding back, fighting to the "death", giving the student the second chances they would never have had this been real. He turned and walked away, waiting to see if Atshen would accept his defeat or turn on him.