Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

Snake was still around, it seemed, though Sheogorath paid him little mind. He just hoped that his part in the acceptance of the wolf had not been forgotten. Now he stood by Nemesis' side, though mostly to see the party and where it was headed, not with the intent to fight, truly; unless it was an unfair advantage and he could get away with chipping in some bites without retalliation.

He did not speak but there was a wicked grin on the wraith's face as he stood by the dark master's side and waited to see into what sort of blood sport this would evolve as the wolves of the pack started to trickle in. There was a lust for blood and chaos deep within him and he was sure he would see it satisfied today, here.