Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

Sheogorath was amused, surely, but far from amused enough to let this wolf have a free pass into the Woods. He considered the chaos that it might sow and considered it none the less; but such a brute who seemed to operate without respect for the pack and seemed only to respect chaos and darkness, such a thing was not worth the amusement to wager his position within the brotherhood. Too big a gamble.

Sheogorath did not respond to the suggestion made, merely inspecting but finding that physique alone would not be enough. As his question was not answered directly and was met with a rise of his head, Abraxas was not the only one to be dismayed. "Let's hope respect for superiors is one of them," he snarled through parted teeth as his grin was replaced once more by a snarl. Despite his smaller size and scraggy, narrow appearance Sheogorath dove then, suddenly, aiming to grab the man's scruff between his teeth; but should he submit willingly to the ground in display of submission fast enough, Sheogorath would stop and not grab for him.