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"Breathe," She thought to herself as the wind whipped across her face. She didn't often go into town, but figured it was worthwhile for the moment. Khalilah thought about Keeno's corpse rotting in the thick of Riverwood. She figured that the royal had gotten to him long before he had a chance to take the stone. "What was he even thinking..." She muttered, a tear dropping down her cheek. She quickly swiped it away before it became something of notice.
Whiterun was one of the towns she frequented since it was close to Riverwood. Considering the death of Keeno posed a potential threat to her safety, hybrids are always safer in numbers, she knew she had to leave this area for good. It was already a heavy danger hiding out in sacred grounds... Riverwood was the location of the ruined Skendanore pack homes. She had been in the old ruins, which was all thanks to Keeno. She only even met Keeno because she was seeking more understanding of her other half of the beast within. Growing up nearby the Timber Rift pack in the mountains by Winterhold, not allowed to be a part (besides her mother who sought provisions from them occasionally since they were only banished and not sentenced to death), but were still protected. Since she was so familiar with Timber Rift, she wanted to know more about Skendanore... more importantly, why they wanted her dead so badly.
The thoughts buzzed through her mind in an estranged manner. She pulled a fur she had found from the royal's former camp site over herself and it cloaked her completely. The fur was a thick, black, werewolf hide (but she was unaware of it being wolf) and it was sown to cover her from head to toe. She threw the hood over her face and walked through the large gates at the entrance of Whiterun. Townfolk stared the young girl down, not making out any physical appearance under the strange looking fur cloak. Many of them tried to guess what kind of animal would have such a body of hair, but only to the Companions as they passed by did she really receive any glares. However, they kept their mouths shut suspecting her to be some sort of werewolf hunter. On her hip was a faux silver war axe, which caught Aela's eye even more intently as she strolled past the few walking out of Whiterun. The faux silver war axe was a gift from her parents. It was a clever way to keep her from being sought out by other werewolves if they suspected her to be a hunter.
Making her way through the town and up towards The Bannered Mare, she held the cloak tight around herself until she slipped through the door. Khalilah slipped to the back unnoticed as she sat down in an empty corner table area with only one other chair for sharing. The werecloak was perfect for masking her own scent, which would have permeated the mead house otherwise. A waitress came over, and she ordered leek and lentil soup with some bread and a side of mead. Khalilah's eyes darted all over the place as she watched every moment in the tavern.
Whiterun was one of the towns she frequented since it was close to Riverwood. Considering the death of Keeno posed a potential threat to her safety, hybrids are always safer in numbers, she knew she had to leave this area for good. It was already a heavy danger hiding out in sacred grounds... Riverwood was the location of the ruined Skendanore pack homes. She had been in the old ruins, which was all thanks to Keeno. She only even met Keeno because she was seeking more understanding of her other half of the beast within. Growing up nearby the Timber Rift pack in the mountains by Winterhold, not allowed to be a part (besides her mother who sought provisions from them occasionally since they were only banished and not sentenced to death), but were still protected. Since she was so familiar with Timber Rift, she wanted to know more about Skendanore... more importantly, why they wanted her dead so badly.
The thoughts buzzed through her mind in an estranged manner. She pulled a fur she had found from the royal's former camp site over herself and it cloaked her completely. The fur was a thick, black, werewolf hide (but she was unaware of it being wolf) and it was sown to cover her from head to toe. She threw the hood over her face and walked through the large gates at the entrance of Whiterun. Townfolk stared the young girl down, not making out any physical appearance under the strange looking fur cloak. Many of them tried to guess what kind of animal would have such a body of hair, but only to the Companions as they passed by did she really receive any glares. However, they kept their mouths shut suspecting her to be some sort of werewolf hunter. On her hip was a faux silver war axe, which caught Aela's eye even more intently as she strolled past the few walking out of Whiterun. The faux silver war axe was a gift from her parents. It was a clever way to keep her from being sought out by other werewolves if they suspected her to be a hunter.
Making her way through the town and up towards The Bannered Mare, she held the cloak tight around herself until she slipped through the door. Khalilah slipped to the back unnoticed as she sat down in an empty corner table area with only one other chair for sharing. The werecloak was perfect for masking her own scent, which would have permeated the mead house otherwise. A waitress came over, and she ordered leek and lentil soup with some bread and a side of mead. Khalilah's eyes darted all over the place as she watched every moment in the tavern.