Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

Miraak bent his head down to nibble at the mud trapped between his paws, ignoring the boy for a moment as he pulled himself out of the muck. His eyes lazily drifted up towards him. He sighed, rolling his eyes — why did he always come around arrogant boys around here? It was irritating. A bold claim. He smirked again, Then, since you have never felt any sense of desperation in your life, I assume you are well stocked for winter then? A warm place to sleep, food to last for months...