Whitebark Stream give me fuel, give me fire

Phoenix Maplewood, lead by Saena and Reek, Sheogorath mentally mapped to himself. She was not sure how many wolves were in the pack, but there were apparently enough to kill trespassers. It surprised Sheogorath to hear about Scarlett killing someone. In his memory, she was a friendly and soft sort of wolf. The sort of wolf that Cicero had liked. The sort of wolf Sheogorath cared nothing for.

"Your mother did that? Wow, it sounds like she's a good fighter then." Sheogorath glanced towards the pack she mentioned. How quaint, Phoenix Maplewood. It looked idyllic as he looked upon it, and weird to think that the truth was that much moreso bloodsplattered. "I'll think about it. Can I call for you first, Desna, if I decide I want to join? Or should I call for this Reek and Saena you mentioned? From a safe distance, of course." Sheogorath grinned jokingly, though in truth he would keep his distance, now warned and with the knowledge that trespassers were brutally killed here.