Whitebark Stream give me fuel, give me fire

Sheogorath lifted an eyebrow as the girl seriously answered his question; he'd intended it only as an invitation for her to tell him how great her pack was. He wondered if this was a sign that the pack wasn't that great, or that the girl just wasn't the brightest tool in the shed.

Regardless, Sheogorath decided to ignore her query about his pack and instead ask about the pack. He had a good excuse now, after all. "I'd like to know more about it first. What's your pack called, and who lead it? What sort of pack is it, and how many wolves?" These were all valid things to know about a pack, but also things that interested Sheogorath in case he'd ever need to return here to collect Xan's sisters. He wouldn't take action today, even though his brain called for violence. He was alone and too far from the Woods in case something'd go wrong. He might've tried something if he had run into the pups' mother alone, but that was no longer an option and he didn't intend to stake out here waiting for her. Maybe he would return to do so later. Or maybe he would try to join this pack, if Burke thought that was a good idea (Sheogorath wondered if Burke cared for these pups at all, though, but Sheogorath figured he could always find out if they were Blackfeather material or not if he were to join and spy on them).