Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

She was afraid to move. The splashing of her paws in the muck and slime would be enough to allow Sheogorath to hone in on her. She wished that she could fade away into the mist, at least until Sheogorath passed. But in the heat of the moment, her magic would not work. Too short a time, with too much stress. She gritted her teeth, bared in a snarl to the mist and fog. Go away! She hissed, stuck on her island, dreading the worst.