Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

The seasons wavered between hot and cold, end of summer one day, depths of winter the other. It only served as a reminder of what they had lost, and what they were to see coming. It only made him anxious, and the soft, showing body of his niece even more so. They would be born in the depths of winter, and they needed to survive until spring.

He went out to hunt, though the melting snow made things difficult, he pressed on, knowing that it was better for him to try than to do nothing. 

A voice in the distance caught his attention, and he trotted over to where the speaker was sunk into the ground. Miraak chuckled softly.

Not too often that I meet someone so desperate, He rumbled, approaching the unfortunate male, a half smirk on his face, Though I am happy to oblige,