skyrim · the companions · werewolf · fierce · loyal · hunter · nord · ancient nordic armor · hircine · blunt
The forest is still, the only sound the crunch of snow underfoot. Aela sinks into a hunter's crouch behind a thicket, her gaze pinned on an elk stripping bark from a sapling. She moves with the silence of a predator, drawing her bow, holding, releasing. The arrow finds its mark with a wet thump. She rises, slinging the bow over her shoulder, and turns to you, the dying light catching the black paint on her face. "That's how it's done," she says, her voice rough. "Your turn again, or do we head back to the mead-hall?"