Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

With the proclamation of death ringing in Atshen's ears, the raven-pelted child looked to the older man with burning eyes. He did not think, nor did he act immediately. Instead, he felt. Anger quickly flared in his stomach at the thought defeat, and soon enough, this passion brought him to his paws. Red suddenly clouded his vision, and without another thought, he charged towards Miraak. 

Leaping towards the other, Atshen released a fierce snarl as he forced himself towards Miraak. His teeth slid out from underneath his lips, and he revealed his fangs-- such fangs that longer to rip into the Reaper's pelt.