Koldak wanted him to take this new recruit outside to see what she was made of. He was skeptical of this dark elf, even though he heard her name on the mouths of many. The deeds she has already accomplished was extraordinary but perhaps because of that, it furthered his skepticism.

"Alright, elf... Let's see what yo-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence and she already had him pinned to the ground, a dagger at his throat. His pack howling with laughter around him. As quick as she had pinned him, she stood. She didn't offer to help him up and his dignity thanked her.

He brushed himself off, "Fine. Go see Koldak." He said dismissively, taking care to not look at her. His brothers and sisters would never let this die. Especially, his true brother, Farkas... Just in dealing with her as briefly as he had... he could understand why people spoke about her with such reverence, though he would never admit it and would continue to keep up his wall of cynicism.

Vilkas was heading back down to confer with Koldak when the door swung open before him, almost knocking him down. "Oh, Vilkas. I apologize. I didn't expect someone to be on the other side." Amaris sounded truly apologetic for almost taking him out with a door.

"Mmhmm." He simply muttered under his breath and side stepped past her, "Be more aware of what's around you or you'll never make it as a companion."

He had gotten a whiff of her scent as he passed by and it took everything in him to keep collected. Once the door was firmly between them, he paused and closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, in a great attempt at self-control.

"Still trying to get over the fact that a whelping thrashed you earlier?" He heard his brother, Farkas ask.

His eyes flew open with fire, ready for a fight. "My brother... I can destroy you, so what does that say in your regard?" His brother, lacking his own wit, had nothing further to say in the matter. Vilkas continued, "Besides, she is no ordinary whelp."

"Ah, that she is not." Koldak emerged from his room, joining the feuding brothers, "She will be of great importance to us all and not just us here apart of the Companions. To all of Tamerial. Watch her carefully and most importantly of all... protect her should the need arise." The old man ended his speech.

The brothers shared a look but Farkas was the one who voiced their thought, "Do you really think that? She's just a little elf..."

"Ah, but it is those who are of most ordinary origins that turn into the extraordinary. All the legends are legends because of where they came from and who they became. Who was Talos before he was held in such legendary regard? An ordinary Nord. Never underestimate that, my sons."

Koldak had a valid point, as he always did, but Vilkas decided he would remain apprehensive of this elf. He would have her back, if needed, like he would for any of his brothers and sisters but he would refuse to see her as anything special. His brother, he could tell, would do the same.

"Are you sure she was ready for a job?" Farkas inquired of Koldak.

"You already assigned her a job?" Vilkas was bewildered. New members did small things here and there around Jorrvaskr and Whiterun, in general. The pack got to know them, their strengths and weakness before determining what jobs would suit them best. "What is it?" He was curious to know just how much foolish confidence Koldak had in her.

"She is to clear a bandit hideout." Koldak responded nonchalantly, "A group of bandits that is causing a particular amount of grief, towards Makarth."

"And you don't think that might be a little much for a first job?" Vilkas had some venom in his question.

"Not at all. I'm sure you all have heard of, at least, some of her accomplishments. Clearing out those bandits should be of relative ease for her."

"Relative, being the key word. What happened to getting to know the recruits first?" Everything Vilkas knew was being thrown into a state of turmoil. Transforming was chaos so turmoil is something he is very used to but only in the terms of the wolf… not the rest of his life. He didn't care for it much.

"She already has a name for herself. People already adore her and that was without the 'glory of the Companions'. She wants to join in hopes to further bettering Tamriel." He could tell Koldak was not appreciating his slight hostility but he just couldn't let it go.

"You had a nice, long chat with her and know ALL of her hopes and aspirations now?" He said this with a certain amount of spite he didn't mean to throw in nor did he know why. He only knew it angered him, something he would have to contemplate on at another time.

Koldak laughed, "Vilkas, she's someone we all will come to rely on. Give her a chance." Vilkas was about to begin speaking but Koldak cut him off, throwing his hand in the air in dismissal, "I'm quite done with this conversation. Trust in your Harbringer and his decisions. You always have before." He walked back in his quarters, leaving Farkas and Vilkas behind.

Farkas shrugged, "I have a feeling she will surprise us. He's right… There is just… something about her." His brother was lost in an image for a moment and then snapped out of it, clasped Vilkas on the shoulder and said, "Ah, well… I'm off. I have a job of my own to do."

Vilkas wasn't sure what to think for once and when his mind was clouded and the path obscured, he turned to his wolf. He wandered to the Underforge, letting his beast take over, and escaped out of the secret passageway into the great fields of Tamriel.