Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

Voodoo was not nearly as skilled at ignoring wolves as Miraak was. For every moment Miraak spent in silence, Voodoo spent glaring. And when the old man spoke again, Voodoo redoubled his efforts, as though he could set the man aflame merely through sheer force of will. What's it matter to you, he demanded. He didn't have plans, not yet, but it didn't matter. He'd find a way, he always did. If he had to find a pack to stay with for a few months, so be it, but he refused to settled down with any permanence and he refused to ask for help.