Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

Sheo looked to the child as it was mentioned, though seemed to show little interest in seeing it as his responsibility. They could take well enough care of themselves and had parents to look after them. The notion of the child went unanswered, for Sheogorath did not think his opinion needed solidifying with words.

The beast seemed interested in playing games, and while Sheogorath would have enjoyed this sort of game at any other place, the borders was not place for it. This was made somewhat right by lowering his muzzle to display some of the submission required, but it was just as easily squashed when he stepped in closer. Sheogorath peeled lips back in a snarl to reveal care was needed. He was perhaps not as physically strong as most Blackfeather wolves, but today he held the faith of this wolf in his paws.

"It takes a bit more to satisfy me, as you may learn, darling," purred Sheogorath, the wicked grin now mirrored upon his face as his mismatched eyes sought the male's. "What do you know about this place, besides the fact we.. intrigue you? And what are your assets?" As he spoke the last words, Sheogorath took a step closer and nosed at the fur on the male's shoulder, as though to check out his muscles; but in truth he just wanted to see his reaction.