Blackfeather Woods Piragua

For a moment she had a time to herself. While her children were close to being considered adults in the pack, she was still in charge of them, shaping them to becoming members of the Dark Brotherhood. It was exhausting, on top of the hot sun and gathering herbs. She was glad to have a moment to herself in the relatively cool of the waters, immersing her head every now and then, shaking her pelt as she walked through the waterfall. 

Her head jerked up for a moment at the lanky male's voice. She hesitated, then spoke. Cicero? She ventured, wondering which part of her brother was inhabiting his body. It was hard to tell sometimes. So far she found no noticable difference, even when he spoke now she saw some familiarity in the lazy smile the man wore. Sheogorath?