Whitebark Stream give me fuel, give me fire

The moment of bashfulness tickled Sheogorath's fancy. He enjoyed seeing others in moments of weakness, even if they were just little. Sheogorath grinned as she said that she was almost a gamekeeper, for she said it with such childish innocence. "Almost, eh? You must be great at hunting, then." Sizing her up, Sheogorath figured she was probably half a year old, or something along that region; she was quite grown, no longer a small pup.

Sheogorath smiled when she looked at him, seeming to size him up too. She was quick to introduce herself as Desna, and Sheogorath's face froze for a moment as he realised that he'd hit jackpot. Desna. He'd already confirmed that she was from this pack, which meant that all of her sisters were probably there too. However, Sheogorath was quick to resume his smile. He wasn't just going to scoop this one up and take her to Blackfeather Woods. That would be careless. He was only here to gather information, so he decided to stick to casual chatter. "Desna's a pretty name," said Sheogorath. He smiled in a friendly manner when she asked if he wanted to join their pack. "Should I want to?" he asked and he looked at Desna inquiringly, figuring she'd tell him a thing or two about her pack now.