Overture Downs the funeral of decency

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A female approached, and Sheogorath watched her with wary eyes. Mismatched eyes narrowed as she approached and demanded to know what he was doing here with a less-than-pleasant tone. Tail twitched tensely as she identified him as a Blackfeather wolf, and Sheogorath knew she had to be hiding Scarlett, if she knew him. How else would she know, so far north, of Blackfeather? Perhaps Scarlett had informed the wolves of her new pack that the wolves of Blackfeather might come for them because of Kove. Perhaps they had hidden her scent.

"I am looking for my friend, Scarlett, formerly of Bearclaw Valley," said Sheogorath. There was a broody smile on his face, though his eyes lightened slightly and tail hung limply by his hind legs to indicate that he meant no harm. "Do you know her? I'd like to visit."