Blackfeather Woods dreamcatcher

Perhaps if it had been Cicero that walked this path, things would be different. Sheogorath had yet to do much with his newfound freedom — perhaps because he knew that culmination of said freedom would box him right back up — but consider his plans on how to gain back his dear sister's trust. It was while he walked through the forest to find her trail that he realised that he was being followed. Sheogorath turned his head to see that patchy woman come toward him — Vuk, he remembered. Watching Cicero do nothing with his life was a lot like sitting in the passenger's seat and being unable to steer the vehicle in the right direction. The only thing he had done right was claim a leadership position, even if it was for the wrong reasons.

She might notice that there was something different in the way that he held himself; still frail and bony, perhaps, but more fierce; more befitting of the position that he held here, and with more emotion on his face. "Vuk," said Sheogorath in greeting. He too could see that something was different about her. "What happened to you?"