Hoshor Plains alphaville

whoops another old man from a dark forest (hopefully more handsome)

Potema had been gone for some while, her absence not boding well for the remaining children who had lingered, unprotected from Nemesis and her brood's wrath. Miraak took on the role of protector and teacher, training them when he would and could, and keeping a close eye on them as Potema's absence grows. He hopes, deep in his heart, that the white witch is fine, and that she found Koume and was coming back promptly, but hopes did not bring them back.

He did not abandon them, as their mother did, but he ranged far, out into the plains of the flatlands. His dark pelt stood out in the golden grasses, but onward he plowed, not even bothering to hide his obvious presence from the woman he now spotted not too far away from him. He chuffed to her before speaking. Enjoying the weather?