Fox's Glade [M] my end and my beginning

Was there any space, Sheogorath would surely have circled the stranger in the anticipation of what drew nearer. What sort of encounter it would be, Sheogorath did not know, but he knew that it would be full of energy nevertheless. Tail whipped tensely a single time as the stranger spoke, and as the outlines of his nose were lit by the moonlight, Sheogorath noted a familiar hint of blue. "Don't worry," Sheogorath said in a lowered, secretive voice as he continued to draw nearer, "I won't hurt you..." What was his name? Cicero had met this wolf before — Sheogorath knew that the name was somewhere out there, on the tip of his tongue.

In lack of name, the sentence's suspension was instead finished with a more mysterious set of words. "Don't you remember me? We met before under similar circumstances." Sheogorath smiled and he halted then, not far from the stranger that Cicero had met only once prior to tonight, but far enough so that the stranger would have to reach out and lunge at him if he intended to use those bared teeth of his.