Blackfeather Woods Frostbitten

Emelie turned his attention to the buck. Miraak squinted at the young male. It was barely an adult, its horns not nearly the size of older and more prosperous males. She proposed attacking the buck from the rear, which, given her size compared to his own, seemed more likely to work than the reverse. The shade nodded. It does indeed, He said before slipping off to trail the buck. He followed the deer for a few lengths, waiting for any sign of Emelie being in position before he charged in front of it, snarling in a bluff.