Blackfeather Woods Frostbitten

Winter had crept towards them, but now it barrelled towards them with increasing intensity. Miraak was stunned by how fast winter had hit them, but he adapted and adjusted as quickly as he could. The shade sought out prey on a near hourly basis, cursing his shrinking chances of luck. This day was no different, the snow billowing over him, clinging to his dark fur as he strode through the rising carpet...

His ears pricked, cupping towards the howl. Emélie. He recognized immediately. The shade trotted towards her, breaking through the snow drifts to her brown fur. You found something?