Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

An ear flicked back when he noticed that he was being followed. Sheo tried to catch trail of something, anything, but it was a hard find. After walking for half an hour or so he stopped, and turned to look at the child. A leader, perhaps, but still a child, too. Sheogorath slunk towards him, a grin on his face as he said, "It is admirable to practise one's spying skills, but perhaps following the master of such things is a step too far." He had no idea how the child would react, knowing very little about him; he was intriguing, but Sheogorath had had little interaction with Atshen so far.

The most he had been with the child was when he had protected his sister's children. "What are you looking for, so late at night?" he asked, even if he didn't think it strange for anyone to wander around the woods at night; he did not doubt he was not the only one who enjoyed nightly trips of different variations.