Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

His days were coloured with a blackness and frustration that would only fester and fester until it would eventually culminate. And Sheogorath knew that the day would come, and for how long would Cicero manage to keep him down, then? He knew that he needed to spring into action and do something to stop such a fate from happening. Sheogorath sought his way down to the den where he knew @Potema had birthed her children that day, knowing that a key lay within her because she knew what Cicero had done — what he had done, for however briefly he had taken over the steering wheel. It was the one moment in time that was unclear to both of them, but Sheogorath, unlike Cicero, had no problem claiming it for himself.

One thing that Sheogorath had realised was how distanced Cicero had been from the new queen, as well as her offspring. He wondered what would happen when Damien would return, if he did (more reasons to keep Cicero's head bowed down, where it belonged), and could not help but wonder what side he should pick when it came to that. Moreover, he wondered what Kove would do, were it to get to a fight. Such a loyal servant he had been for a long time, but he seemed ever content to stay just that... And the last time, he had stayed with his mate, when he had first left the Brotherhood.

Thoughts swirled through his head as he wandered through the woods on his way to his beloved sister. A keen eye could see that he was not like Cicero; that he carried himself different in the slightest, that he carried himself more befitting of his rank and that there was more emotion on his face. A dangerous mistake would be to think that the emotion made Sheogorath a more humane sort of wolf than his counterpart; the only thing it made him was more predictable to get the mayhem and pain he wanted.

on his way to Potema through the woods, but anyone else is welcome to pop in and meet him on his way there if they want / Alisha doesn't get to it! :)