Blackfeather Woods Feel alive again

It seemed like a good idea to have asked the question, rather than to show up with Kove's daughters in tow. Sheogorath was quickly growing bored with all the sappy stuff that Cicero might have cared about, and so he grinned broadly and promised: "Yeah, no worries, I'll be back soon." That was just the life of a Scout, though — always out and about, going off on exploration for the pack's sake.

Sheogorath had little intention to rush his eventual return, but he didn't tell 'dad' about that. Not that he actually figured he'd join the pack the daughters stayed at; not unless it was absolutely necessary. Not unless he'd grow bored and the pack offered him more of a thrill than he was getting, anyway. But then again, the Dark Brotherhood had never been boring. He doubted boring old Phoenix Maplewood could live up to Sheogorath's expectations for an elongated stay.

"Hey, by the way... Is there anything you need done for my ascension in the Dark Brotherhood? This, perhaps, or another spy mission you need assistance with? I think it's about time Cicero and Damien officially became Brothers." Not that Cicero really cared, but that was why Sheogorath brought it up now. Sheogorath wasn't going to live his life prancing after his tease of a brother without achieving anything.