She was running as fast as she could, trying to escape from the large beast barreling after her. It was slowly gaining on her, she glanced back momentarily and sped up when she noticed it was getting closer. Her efforts were for naught though as it continued to gain on her, preparing to pounce.
10 minutes prior.
"How many bottles of mead have you had Aela?" asked the brownish-red furred female khajiit sitting at the table with a bottle of barely touched ale as she tried to count the empty bottles littered on the table and rolling along the floor. "hoow shoould issh knoowsh.. beshidess ish nooot druunksh" slurred the fiery haired nord woman known as Aela the huntress as she made a motion with her arm in the air that ended up knocking many of the empty bottles of mead over. "Riiight" replied the skeptical and slightly amused khajiit as she kept some of the rolling bottles from falling onto the floor with their brethren. "And i'm an argonian vampire with an irrational fear of blood."
Aela gave her a slightly irritated look before smiling ominously and giggling slightly, watching the khajiit as if she were her prey that she was ready to pounce on. The khajiit had started looking nervous and backed away as Aela started to slowly move toward her. "heeeree kiitty kiitty kiitty..." Aela practically purred with her slurred words. It was at this point the khajiit bolted for the door. It wasn't a very wise decision, as Aela sprinted after her while transforming into her wolf form.
The khajiit was at the top of the steps leading to the marketplace when she heard the howl. As Aela burst through the doors of Jorrvaskr the khajiit decided it would be a better idea to jump down the steps than to run down them. She landed with a roll and began running toward the front gates of Whiterun, Aela hot on her tail. Luckily it was late and no one was around to see the werewolf chasing the khajiit through town with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth like a large dog on a fast carriage ride. When the khajiit reached the area outside the gates she jumped down through the crumbling parts of the wall with no hesitation, Aela barreling after her a few moments after she reached the bottom. The wolf sprinted off the wall in a flying leap after the khajiit. Said khajiit had managed to get to the open area near the western watchtower, where the guards were mysteriously missing, before she started hearing the heavy panting of the wolf closing in on her. She spared a glance back and sped up her pace when she saw the slobbering werewolf nearing her.
The distance between herself and the wolf only became smaller though and soon the wolf was upon the khajiit, pouncing with a triumphant yip unbefitting of her large form. The khajiit struggled uselessly against the large bulk of the wolf that had started attacking her face with a very slobbery tongue, much like an excited puppy. Her tail was wagging swiftly in joy as she relished her victory over her fellow companion and continued licking her face excitedly. After the khajiit's face was sufficiently soaked with slobber, the wolf stopped licking her and instead decided it was time to sleep. She made herself comfortable while keeping the khajiit pinned to the ground. "Why does this kind of thing always seem to happen when you get drunk..." The khajiit sighed, but seemed to have resigned herself to being an overly large teddybear for the giant puppy dog as she nuzzled the khajiit's face while making an odd purring noise before succumbing to unconsciousness. "Well it'll be an interesting morning tomorrow" the khajiit mused as she nodded off as well.