Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

She curled her body into herself as much as she could, becoming a small white ball of fur, masked by the fog. She muttered to herself, curses and spells that she hoped would draw the fog even tighter around her, blanketing her and masking her scent and appearance from her brother.

His voice startled her. She jumped to her feet, but the fog was so thick — damn herself — that she couldn't see him. His voice echoed. She could not place where he was, but backed away nevertheless. I am not in the mood for this, Sheogorath, It felt to her that she was not only speaking to her brother, but to the Mad God himself. Who else would purposefully, willingly do this but someone so tainted by madness?