Blackfeather Woods We have waited long for the [M]aster's song and it's time to join in the chorus...

When Potema came from the den and addressed only him, it did not take long for their Dark Master to slither back to from where she had come. Sheogorath smirked at that, and then he turned towards his sister. "Congratulations, sister," he said, almost warmly so, and he turned to look inside, though made no move to actually go in — this was her domain for the coming weeks, and only when they were a bit less squishy would they become the pack's business, too.

"They look strong and healthy," he commented after casting a glance at them. After offering his sister a nuzzle, he then suggested: "I will go and fetch you something to eat." It was imperial that she had others to feed her. Damien was gone, and so it was down to Sheogorath to look after Potema. He did not mind. It was the perfect foundation for repairing what damage Cicero had done to their relationship — she was dependant on him now, and he would make sure that she would appreciate him for pulling her and her pups through these times.

With those words he turned around to go and catch her something fresh so that she could tend to her pups again.