Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

Miraak laughed heartily at the boy's snappish response. Oh, I do think you're desperate, He said with a smirk, rounding the wet puddle the boy had sunk into. He might not be wanting for sex, but he was in a sticky situation. Kneedeep in cold wet sludge, matted and mucky fur, a burning hunger in his eyes that could only be satiated by one thing: food. You're desperate to eat, to get out of the cold... He hummed almost sing-song, sitting as close as he could to the wolf without getting soaking wet like him.