Blackfeather Woods Piragua

He'd proven his strength to her, he had hoped, over the time. Sheogorath was frustrated that his plans did not work with Damien, but he also knew he must move forward. With Nemesis' departure from the woods it seemed that did not necessarily mean outside of the Woods. There was plenty yet to be discovered within.

He was less bothered by the heat than his sister, his fur nearly the opposite of hers; thin and scruffy, causing him more trouble in winter than in summer. The leaves protected them from most of the heat here in the Woods, so he was comfortable enough as he pressed through the forest until he neared a stream.

There Sheogorath saw Potema as she tried to cool herself, or so he presumed, and he stepped closer to the stream. "Hot day, isn't it?" he asked with a nonchalant crooked smile on his face as he sat down by the side. "Is the water's temperature recommendable?" Had to be pretty exhausting with her fur, he imagined, so doubtlessly the answer would be yes. But at least she no longer had to run around after her children, now that they were all safely home again so that she could relax. He stayed at the bank for now, looking thoughtfully at the water. It might be nice, even for his fur, to enjoy the water's coolness for a bit.