Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

Miraak, now satisfied by Atshen's slumped body, pulls his head away from the young boy's neck. His bared fangs were now hiding by relaxed lips, the man showing none of the anger that overtook him before. He snorted away the snow clumped in his nostrils, then, after one final look at Atshen, turns away, disappearing into the dark and empty forest.