Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

cicero was quick; relmyna's blacktipped ears swiveled to monitor his progression behind her. skin contracting at the feel of his hot breath, the woman was gripped with a sudden shame, but it ebbed from her after a moment. she did not care who saw them, sheogorath and his pet, relmyna and cicero — let the others see what it was to culminate after so long a bond that had begun moons ago.
widening the stance of her forepaws, the evoker swept aside her pale plume and urged the dark brother on with a single low croon.