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Chapter 1: Missing Wolf

The wind was blowing softly in Riverwood as gently as a lover's touch. The citizens were quiet... to quite. A woman with impossibly thick black hair that reached her hind-legs, her strange piercing blue eyes looked straight ahead, and a silver furred horse sized wolf followed just behind her as they entered the town. The woman was different from all that Bishop had seen as of late in Skyrim. She was tall and strikingly beautiful... more beautiful then the women he had seen in this piss poor excuse of a town and perhaps still more striking than all still in other places as well. He skin was milky white and for the life of him he couldn't decide what race she was. He thought of a Nord or Imperial, but she was neither and she was too tall to be a Breton. Her body was graciously curvy and had a perfect balance of breast and ass, but she was fit, strong and at the same time very feminine.

She dressed differently as well. Her black leather armor was skin tight like a second skin with odd, but beautiful carvings that looked like some sort of language like dragon language that he had come across time to time in barrows and she bored two katanas on her back in an 'X' with a small crossbow one leg while the other held throwing knives with a black fur cloak trailing just behind her as she left her black horse. The horse had black dragon scales rather than fur for it's hide, red glowing eyes, and large horns that curve it's points forward as if it was part dragon, part horse with long black wavy mane and tail. She was not to be one to trifle with. It was quite obvious, but this town apparently had to many idiots.

A group of around eleven thugs surrounded her and the silver wolf. "Well, well pretty lass. How about we go to this tavern here and you show us a good time."

She looked at the one who had spoken he had rotting teeth and smelled most foul. His men where no better off and some were worse. She remained silent as she took a breath as small spark of fire escaped her mouth. If they touched her she would kill them without much care.

"Do you not talk, lassie?" asked the leader as he stretched out a hand to touch her, but her wolf growled throatily in warning. "Oh look a doggie is growling! What are you going to do if I play with your mistress?"

"No one is the master of a wolf. She's my sister. Do what you like with them, Ula-fron (wolf kin [Ula is her name, but she says they are kin. My Dovahkiin will speak dovah off and on.])." Her voice came softly like the wind, but as the words passed her lips screams of the thugs followed. The silver wolf was strong and fast as it tore into the men before them as she drew one of her katanas. Expertly she she twisted her blade and she too pierced male flesh. Then as the blood soaked the streets did the killing stop. No one drop of blood touch her or her clothes.

"Halt!" a guard yelled though his voice was a bit shaken at best. "You violated the law, you murder!"

Her piercing glare lifted to the man. She was not pleased. "Tell me guardsman... where you payed off by such lowlifes that run free in your streets, bulling the good people?" she demanded harshly. Her voice promised death if she where lied to. "Perhaps I should inform the good, Jarl Balgruuf, my close friend of your actions."

"Oh... sorry Dovahkiin I didn't realize it was you, forgive me," he said his head low in fear as was custom to those who where below her.

"You are forgiven... now clean up this mess before they start to smelling worse than they do already." she order as she brushed past him heading to the tavern with her wolf saying, "Vis til kos sol ko dii laas tol Zu'u vis kos stin do mey, Ula-fron? (Can there be one day in my life that I can be free of fools, Ula kin?)"

The wolf looked at her and seemed to give a smirk as it shook it's head 'no'.

She sighed annoyed. I thought as much, she told herself as she walked past a man, that gave off a familiar aura that said 'piss off'. His hair was autumn red and spiked. This man's were eyes like ambers with an intelligence not many had and then there was a hint of a hunter just below the surface of those eyes. She had to admit he was one of the most attractive men she had every seen in Skyrim thus far. He was so tall and maybe twenty-five years of age which was five years older than herself. He looked like he could rough it with anyone even herself. This man had to be ripped under all that dark leather armor and the thought alone made her heart pound like it would burst from her chest. He's cheekbones where high and his chin was strong. There was a five o'clock shadow on his face and unlike most he was clean.

She wanted to look upon him more, but didn't want to be caught staring as she entered the tavern. She first walked over to the guy by the bar and ordered ten bottles of Black-Briar mead, three raw stakes, an empty bowl and stew that was hot over the fire before taking her seat and waited for her meal. The meal arrive and she placed the plate stakes on the floor for her wolf.

"That's a lot to be drinking for one woman," Bishop said casually his voice husky and deep as a man like him should be.

She wanted to tell whoever was talking to her to go away, but she saw it was the man that made her very curious a bit earlier. "Only half is mine," she said as she opened a bottle and filled the empty bowl with it before also placing it next to the plate, "the rest is my fronro (kin's)."

"Fronro?" he asked lifting a brow at her.

"Oh yes I forget that very few speak dovah. Fronro means 'kin's'." she said softly then she said to herself. "It appears I've spent to much time with Paarthurnax and the Greybeards for my training."

"So your the Dragonborn everyone had been talking about to the point my ears bleed." Bishop said. "Thought as much seeing as everyone looks at you like your nobility."

"Unfortunately, I am." she replied. "It is a detraction I wish to be rid of even though I can not. Who are you?"

His eyes narrowed, "My name is Bishop. I'm a Ranger and skilled tracker. Yourself?"

"My name is Amaya Kulwulf (Amaya- Night Rain/ Kulwulf- Black Wolf)," she replied. "Care to join me? I'm buying." she asked as she thought she could detect the smell of wolf on the man. Why would a man smell of wolf like did? She had no idea, but she didn't smell wolf blood one him so he hadn't killed one at least not in a while. It was strange, but she like his scent it was rather pleasant to her nose. She could smell the scent of a bond fire in his hair and clothes. Smell of pine wood as well. He smell of the forest after a rainy day. It was her favorite smell and it was interesting that he bore it so nicely on his person.

"Your not trying to butter me up for anything are you?" Bishop asked his voice rather cold.

She gave a curt, "Hn," before she spoke, "Is wrong for a woman to want conversation with someone who isn't a bleeding fool? I've been to this town many times, but no one here is of interest until you. You seem like some worth buying a drink for."

"Good enough," he said as he sat across for her. Her blue eyes lifted to met his under her thick black eyelashes. She took the time to measure him up. He was defiantly partner material and he was obviously more cunning and experienced than anyone else she had met it a while. He was wasting his time in this shitty town. She could tell there was a wildness in his eyes where her's were calculating and cold. Not giving away anything. She couldn't afford to. She only recently completed her training as a Dragonborn and there where many secrets left unsaid.

She heard her wolf whine and she turned opening another mead for her and pour it into the bow. "Miss," She called to worker.

"Yes, Ms. Kulwulf?" asked the woman who approached them as the tavern wench eyed Bishop with a lust filled gaze.

"Get this good man anything he wants as I said before it's on me and bring two rare stakes of venison," she told the woman and place several gold coins on the table that would be more than enough for what ever he ordered as well.

"Right away and what can I get you, big man?" she asked Bishop her voice very sensual as she winked at him making Amaya's brow shoot up. He's here sitting across from me and she talks as if I'm invisible. Damn horny wenches... she thought as she shook her in disapproval.

"I'll have three bottles of Black-Briar mead and the stew special, with fresh cooked buttered bread." he told her his voice uninterested.

"Of course," she said as she took the coin and left.

"So tell me... why do you smell like a wolf?" she asked after a moment of silence between them.

"I..." his eyes where sad for a moment before they become unreadable, "My wolf Karnwyr was taken by trappers. I followed them, but they turned in a swarm of bandits and I'm not going to walk into any kind of ambush."

Suddenly she gave a dark smirk, "Bandits you say? I could help with that if you'd like, plus," she said looking at her wolf, "We don't leave our fron behind."

Then she looked back at him and he noticed her eyes where like nothing he had every seen they were slits in them like a cat, but she was no cat. Her stature put off more of a hunting wolf like vibe. She was mysterious and fascinating. Not including she held herself in a sensual manner that made his blood boil and she wasn't even trying. "I won't be able to return the favor." he told her.

"Hmm... you said you where a Ranger, correct?" she asked and received a nod, "Well apparently there is something we both want. For the last several weeks I've been search for an appropriate partner for my quest to destroy Alduin... if you are interested that is."

"Why ask me this if there are hundreds of adoring fans waiting to lick your boots?" He asked coldly.

"Why would I want boot licking fan boys when I have a real man around?" she asked then gave a short chuckle, amused. "Plus none I've come across are what I need... until you. I'm not your normal woman. I don't go for looks. I go for the skills and you happen to have both. Lucky me."

Her voice was soft like music but held no true emotion and her voice was one that made shivers run down one's spine. "Well when you put it that way. Why not? But if you treat me like one your lackeys..." he said his voice almost a growl.

"You are not a lackey. I have plenty of those laying around. You are my partner Bishop and any treasure we find is 50/50 as it should be." she said as there meal and venison arrived. She gave a longing look at the rare venison before placing it on the floor next to Ula and refiled her bowl. After the mead and drinks Amaya excused herself and approached Delphine for they agreed to met her rather than the temple place. Ayame nodded at her. "Bishop, I need to take to the tavern owner for a bit. I'll be back. Ula is staying with you."

"Fine," he called back as she waved before following Delphine into her secret room.

She leaned against the wall, "So your not going to kill Paarthurnax?" She asked rather calmly.

"He is apart of my fron. I will not kill him, Delphine, nor will I let any of you. Try and I'll have to kill you myself." She said her voice cold and laced with annoyance.

"Then why did you come here? You know we will not assist you any farther then we have unless you kill him." She told her.

"Well I'm only come here to inform you that Alduin will soon be dealt with. I never needed you Blades in the first place. It was you that interfered with me." Amaya growled down deep in her throat as she glared. "I'm no puppet for you Blades to use like you own me and you mistreat me like I was your lap dog. You mistaken me and forget my nature. Very foolish indeed."

"We only do what we think is best," She said softly her voice trembled as well knowing she did wrong.

"You sent me to die in that pit," She growled angrily. "I thought I finally found a friend in this hell hole of a world in you up until you lock that fucking door on me and left me to my death. I miscalculated because of that. Wither that undead dovah you wanted me to kill saved me from Zither in the final moments after he discovered I was the Dovahkiin. I am like this because of you, Delphine. Now my nature has consumed me. Wolf blood runs in these veins of mine that slept soundly once, but after what you did it has awaken. I want to hunt... I want to kill. I was nothing like this... until that moment and your betrayal hurts worse than my death."

"Amaya... I'm sorry..." Delphine said as a tear ran down her face.

"Don't every say my name again. You lost the privilege." She gave a final growl before exiting the room and headed back up to Bishop.

"Finished up there?" he asked she he scratched Ula's ears.

She looked away from him as if the wall was suddenly interesting, "Just tying up loose ends... with someone I thought was my friend." was all she said on the matter then she quickly changed the subject as she looked upon him. Her eyes were so hard to read again, but he knew she was hiding all her emotions behind that cold stare just like he did. "Are we staying here tonight or would you rather go camping?"

"You don't look like you want to be here any longer. So let's go." he told her.

A small grateful smile crossed her face, "Thank you," she said her voice and eyes he swore where warm for a single second before she went cold again after realizing she was showing to much emotion. She was know for her coldness. She was know for her intelligence. She was know for her skills of assassination and close combat. She was know for her beauty. She was know for her kindness at ties. She was not known to show emotion. She was not known to smile. She did not know trust and she did not know love.

"I'll get supplies from the local store and then we can go if you are ready," She told him before turning away and before she left he saw a slight trace of a blush upon her cheeks.

...

She gave a sigh as she pushed open the door to the local store and quick bought the items she was low on. Then left once she was done to find Bishop just outside, "I know a place we can camp tonight and it got a good hot spring," he told her.

"Sounds pleasant," she said nodding taking her horse's reins after placing her supplies into the saddle bag. "Lead the way."

Amaya was a quiet person and the air between the two was awkward to her and to Bishop. She hadn't said a word since they left Riverwood. Her eyes didn't seem to be in focus and something told him she was upset. What did the old hag Delphine say to her? What had happen between them?

He didn't know what it was, but it was pissing him off. "So princess, what were you before the whole dragonborn business."

"Hm? Oh my sister and I were being raised by wolves instead of going to a orphanage like normal children did." She replied he voice layered with a thick sadness. "We never knew of our parents. Honestly, I don't even know what race I am and I have no memory of my eight first years of life. When we where twelve we met a retired assassin name Freya. Ula was a pup back then and Freya was not a kind woman, but she taught us how to survive in the more 'civil' world as she put it. Yourself? What's your story?"

"My family where hunters and never staying in one place to long. I learned how to survive from going hungry most of the time. What happen to your sister?" he asked.

"Dead," was all she said before going silent again.

"You don't talk much do you?" he asked.

"It's not that." she said. "I've just have a lot on my mind at the moment."

"Does it have something to do with that Delphine woman?" he questioned.

"Some of it, yes, most of it no." she answered vaguely.

"What happened between the to of you?"

"She killed me end of story," was all she said as they arrived at the camp site. It was obvious that someone camped here before, but it had been some time since then. With that in mind she rolled out her bed roll before she took off her supplies, unsaddled her horse so he could rest too, and helped set up camp. Then she said, "I'll get the fire wood."

Without another word she disappeared in to the forest far from Bishops eyes.

Growl... She was starving! Her stomach was growling and she had to do this fast. She quickly took a ring off her finger left pointer finger and suddenly she had wolf ears on top of her head. Then five tails and grew claws and fangs. "Let's hunt, Ula," she said as she too a deep breath smelling the air. An elk was not far off to her left as she leap toward it. It was dead in seconds and then Amaya and Ula ate there fill.

'You know you can not hid your true nature from him forever, my fron,' the silver wolf told her through there blood bond.

"I can and I will," she replied as she washed the blood off her hands and face.

'And if he finds out?' Ula asked.

"Then I deal with accordingly as always," Amaya replied coldly as she stood placing her ring back on and gathered the wood using he speed to make sure she grabbed fast so Bishop would be suspicious when they returned. "That should be more than enough. Let's get back to camp."

'Of course,' the wolf replied thinking of Bishop. He is different from her other companions... perhaps he could accept that she is different then any other race out there. We are children of wolves and humans. I look like a wolf but I am as intelligent as a human even more so then most. Still... I can't figure out how we happened in the first place and the only thing I can think of is that a Daedra was involved. Though she wasn't like this before. Delphine is to blame for awakening the wolf blood in her. The only good so far is that I can finally speak with her... after so long.

Back at camp Bishop was sitting on his bedroll waiting for them to return. She didn't say anything as she place the wood in the already made pit and used a simply fire spell to light it. The she sat on her own bed roll, "I'll take first watch if you want." she offered.

"Nah," he said shaking his head no. "You get some sleep I can watch out tonight."

She sighed, "Fine, but if you get tired wake me or Ula." she told him as she took off her weapons and placed them next to herself to lay down more comfortably. Ula waited for her to fall asleep before going over to Bishop and sat next to him and cocked her head at him.

"What is it, Ula?" he asked as he patted her head.

She whined, Sucks that I can't speak the same language as him. If only he was of wolf blood.

"Do you need something?" He asked and to his surprise she nodded. Curious he looked in her blue eyes that matched Amaya's in every way when it came to color and even the slits. There was an intelligence that he had only seen Kaynwer have when it came to wolves. Then the wolf tugged at his sleeve. "You want me to follow?"

Bishop stood and followed after the wolf into the near by forest. The wolf gestured at the dead elk for Bishop to look at. "What happened to it?" Bishop said as he examined the creature. "Looks like wolves ribbed it apart and ate it."

The wolf snorted making Bishop turned to her. The wolf opened and closed her mouth as if she was chewing. "You did this?"

The wolf gestured back to the camp and nodded.

"And Amaya?" he questioned and received another nod. "Why are you telling me this?"

The wolf walked forward toward him sat before him cocked her head and whined. Bishop looked into the wolf's eyes and he quickly understood.

"You want me to understand she's not like normal people?" he asked and the wolf nodded again. "You don't want her to know you showed me this?" Ula nodded. "What is she?"

The wolf thought of how to communicate this for a moment and then gesture it nose at it's self. "She's a werewolf?" Ula growled and shook her head no. "A wolf?" he received another nod. "Really? Great, next thing you tell me she's actually your sister." He said in sarcasm and the wolf only smirked he had no idea nor did Ayame.