"Farkas. Farkas! Hellooooo...!" Aela's voice echoed in my head. I shook my head, my raven hair moving slightly around me. I was daydreaming, yet again.

"Uh, what?" I muttered.

Her eyes crinkled a bit as she laughed. "What were you thinking about, ice-brains?"

"Nothing." That statement was the furthest thing from the truth. I was actually thinking of something that I wasn't exactly proud of: life outside the Companions. Everyone seemed to love it here so much. Not that I was ungrateful for Kodlak, but I couldn't keep myself rom wondering what I would have become had he not taken me and my twin in. "Wolf food," was Vilkas' response. I once told him of my ponderings. Never again, I thought. He seemed so disappointed in me when I voiced my thoughts. I was content with my life, I had told myself a thousand times over, but a small voice in the back of my mind told me otherwise.

"Is a girl?" Aela purred, bringing me back to the dining hall.

"What?" I've never been in love. In fact, the only real women I knew were Aela and Ria, but I never had any interest in them. They were family, like my sisters. I mean, not that I haven't thought about it, but I was around them too often to see them as anything other than warriors. "You know well enough there is no woman in the picture."

Aela laughed again, lifting raising a metal tankard to her lips. "Yet," she mumbled into her drink.

I stood up from my spot in the dining hall and walked downstairs. I needed a distraction. There were times I wished I could delve into a story like Vilkas could. For hours, he could sit with an open book before him and live another life. I envied him that. Though I could read, I couldn't sit still for that long. I often found myself fidgeting, reading the words only having to read them again and again becase I grew distracted thinking of what possible tasks I might have the next day. Reading definitely wasn't for me.

As far as a distraction goes, maybe Vilkas and I could go out and hunt together. "Hey," I said, knocking when I reached his door. "Want to go hu-" I trailed off as I opened the door. A frown played on my lips when I realized his room was empty. Glancing into the hallway on the left showed me an ever-sweeping Tilma.

"Tilma, have you seen Vilkas?"

"Oh," Tilma whispered, placing an agaed hand over her heart. "I didn't see you there, dear/ What was that you said?"

"Vilkas," I repeated. "Have you seen him?"

"I saw him pass by a while ago. Her seemed pretty upset. Ask Kodlak, perhaps."

"Thanks." My eyes fixated on the double doors at the end of the hallway, open as always. And there he was, sitting on his chair staring at a large pie. "Kodlak?"

He looked up with a start. "Ah, Farkas my boy," he gestured to approach him. "I was about to dig into this pie. Snowberry, I believe. Would you like some?"

"No, thank you." I walked up to the Harbinger, my steel boots clicking against the stone floor. "Have you seen Vilkas anywhere?"

"Actually, I just sent him to test a new recruit," he chuckled. "He doesn't seem too happy about it."

I headed to the back of Jorrvaskr while wondering what sorry excuse of a boy was attempting to become a Companion. When I got there, boy was I surprised.

There you go! The first rewritten chapter of the story. Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review to let me know how I'm doing and if you prefer to see any specifics in the rest of the story! Thanks a bunch!