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

The low growl continued, but it elicited no more than a playful grin from Sheogorath. He stared at the wolf and his toothy grin broadened as the blue-nosed wolf asked him what he wanted. There was only one answer to his question. His tone was even and calm as he answered, the playfulness in his expression and eyes echoed in no way in the way that he spoke, to show that he meant it.

"Relief."

Sheogorath's mismatched eyes searched for the blue-nosed's wolf. There were reasons why he was so on edge, and Sheogorath could not help but wonder if they were searching for similar things, in the end, even if they both approached the subject in completely different manners. Sheogorath was keen to take what he wanted, one way or another; but the only thing that kept him from engaging in the relief he sought so badly — whether it was a cure to his lust or a physical fight — was the fact that he knew the blue-nosed wolf would likely win, perhaps to the death, if it came to a fight.