Whitebark Stream give me fuel, give me fire

He's near to PHX looking for Miss @Scarlett C: but all are welcome!

Sheogorath had not found anything useful in the territories he'd passed so far coming up north looking for Scarlett. He considered howling for her, for maybe she would come — she was not on bad terms with Cicero, after all, and the fool had once confided in her his desire for the light — but it would be too messy. Everyone would know he was looking for her then, and if he were to try anything, she might have back-up. He could always howl later — it was time for spying first.

There was a pack nearby. Perhaps, unlike the other pack he had come across, this one would be the one to host Scarlett and, with her, Xan's sisters. Sheogorath wandered along the frays of a stream with his nose to the ground around dawn, sniffing along the edge of the stream to see if he could find Scarlett's scent; no luck so far.