"Brother, do you smell that?" Farkas tilted his head to his brother's wolf form. Vilkas nodded his head and slowed his pace.
Both werewolves stopped short at the sight of another were. It was a gigantic white wolf, undoubtedly larger than a horse, a snow bear, and both of the brother's forms combined.
"He's hurt." Farkas growled lightly as the semi dim witted man sniffed the air to double check his guess on the wolf's gender. "If he transforms back Brother, he might die."
Vilkas huffed and let out slight yip to get the wolf's attention. He tried to stand in a warning display but only managed to aggravate his wounds. Blood pooled at the white wolf's paws and dripped from his razor sharp teeth.
In a show of slight friendship and obedience, Farkas willed himself to set himself on all fours and tucked his tail between his hind legs. Vilkas grumbled in a slight protest and followed suit.
"My brother and I want to help you." Farkas spoke as he neared the tense wolf.
With a shuddering gasp, the white wolf quickly transformed back to his human form. A badly beaten Nord glanced back at them.
Once Farkas and Vilkas shifted back, Farkas reached into the small bag tied to his arm and pulled out several healing potions. He approached the unnamed Nord slowly and uncapped the potions.
Vilkas noted the torn knapsack a few feet away from the Nord and moved to retrieve it while Farkas helped the man take each potion. He returned to Farkas and opened the sack. Vilkas found a journal, a coin purse, and a set of fine clothes. Tied to one of the arm straps was the man's only weapon; an Ebony great sword.
"We're Companions." Vilkas voiced up as Farkas wiped the dried blood from the blonde haired man's wounds. "You're on the outskirts of Whiterun my friend."
Both of the brother's eyes met the stranger's as he looked between them.
"My name is Viktor…" the man turned and spat a mouth full of blood onto the ground, "I am from Windhelm and seek your protection."
Once Viktor had managed to slip into his clothes, Farkas lifted the taller man onto his back while Vilkas grabbed the almost forgotten knapsack. They made their way back into Whiterun through the Underforge Passage, knowing that Viktor would not remember how or where the passage led to. Once inside the main room of Jorrvaskr, Vilkas motioned for Tilma to bring the men food and went off to find Kodlak. Farkas slowly moved away from the crowd and placed Viktor on one of the many benches. Tilma returned with food and a lean bucket of water for Viktor to clean up with.
"Thank you" he managed as Tilma smiled. He turned to Farkas as he grabbed the wash cloth from the bucket and started to wash his face. The two sat in a comfortable silence with the only the occasional crunch of food and shout from the rest of the Companions.
Viktor dropped the cloth into the bucket beside his bare feet when he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his face. Farkas stopped eating and started at the blue eyed man.
"By the Nine…" Just as Farkas was about to put two and two together, Kodlak interrupted him.
"You are welcome to stay here Viktor." The older man nodded once and Vilkas moved to stand beside Viktor. "But I know why you are here."
Vilkas glanced to his brother and shook his head at the shock and confusion clearly visible.
"I'm sorry if I've caused any hardship by seeking your help." Viktor frowned. "I am still shocked I made it this far..." He paused and took a sip of mead, "I wish to join your ranks."
"Anyone is welcome to join." Kodlak registered Vilkas's more than friendly gaze at their guest.
Viktor nodded in thanks and Kodlak left to attend to Skjor's call. Farkas instantly blurted out his thoughts.
"You look like Ulfric Stormcloak…" Viktor chuckled and nodded.
"Aye," he smiled and took another sip of mead, "Ulfric is my cousin."