Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

Something consumed him then, something he had not felt before or thought he knew or understood. The only thing he knew was that it was something to keep away the beast and that alone was enough to make it something powerful and good. No thoughts for but a moment, he simply enjoyed the closeness. It made him feel alive to feel her leathery lips pull past his, to feel her head fill the corner underneath his throat.

With a low growl that was almost playful Cicero nuzzled himself closer, pressing head against shoulder, nipping at the fur along the back of her neck. He wrapped paws round her neck in playful gesture while nipping at her ear again, then jumped to his feet seemingly suddenly to continue the game, feeling not really Cicero or Sheogorath but simply wolf and more alive than he had in a long time.