Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

Sheogorath did not think that he had any rights to a good position in this pack due to his heritage; he felt he did because of his qualities. And besides, what was a wolf without his ambitions? He could not help but wonder what his uncle's were. Sheogorath could not help but wonder, "If they do not tear each other apart, first." He was not so sure about the children of Nemesis. They were not her, of course, but they were raised by her and he felt she would do whatever it took to see them lead. Perhaps it was not up to heritage to decide who would lead the Brotherhood, but did she feel the same way? He had seen her at Potema's den that day, but he did not blame her if she held any animosity towards Potema's pups. They were conceived and born with purpose, fatherless in the dead of winter; any leader would second guess those decisions.

"Let us hope my dear sister's pups will all survive," he said with a grimace. And, he could not help but ask his uncle; "What do you think will happen when my brother returns? He will not let Nemesis keep her throne." It was yet to be seen if and when Damien were to return, but it could not have escaped Miraak with what swiftness the throne had been snatched up by Nemesis, and the potential tragedy a return of Damien could cause.