There's a very loud THUNK as a grown ass man lands on the deck behind Sheogorath, and then some scrabbling as he gets to his feet. He didn't fall but it sure wasn't a graceful descent, though it's far enough he probably should have shattered his legs doing that.

"No rain. Would like to howl? Many do here." And he throws back his head and does so, sounding a lot like a coyote and not so much like a wolf. "They will hear you on wind."