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

There was a pleasure to seeing one single word create such a large reaction in another wolf. The blue nosed wolf calmed down, if only for a moment, but his eyes betrayed the madness that lady beyond. Sheogorath smirked, amused, for a short moment before the blue nosed wolf's attack. The only thing that Sheogorath did not know was what form of relief it was that the blue nosed wolf sought; but at the same time, Sheogorath savoured not knowing.

A swirl of excitement and adrenaline rushed through Sheogorath's body as his muzzle was forcefully grabbed. Laughter erupted from the wicked jester's mouth as pain strung hard at his muzzle. To feel was to be alive, and pain was not only Cicero's favourite emotion, but Sheogorath's as well.

The thirst for blood and emotion was stilled for the moment, but the night was yet young. Sheogorath managed to keep his balance even as the blue nosed wolf's teeth drew blood from his muzzle, and tried to wrap his nearest leg round the wolf's neck, in hopes (though were it the other way around, Sheogorath would hardly complain) of being the one to end up on top at the end of the night.