Vilkas was hunting purely by scent now and the wolf in him enjoyed the thought of ripping this little she-beast's throat out. He shook his head to clear the thoughts away and mentally reprimanded himself. Something about these drug peddlers got to him. They were weak, and worthless. They put themselves into these filthy types of places the twins now hunted through.

Farkas growled deep in his chest, rousing his brother out of his thoughts again. Heavy armor clinked softly against itself as he motioned his head to the left, around a corner. The older twin nodded in understanding and quickly rounded the corner into an empty room.

"Fuck!" He shouted out, the word echoing off the far wall and back down the tunnel and tossing his great sword.

"She has to be here! I can fucking smell her!" Vilkas growled deep as he peered into the darkness around them.

There was something here. He could not tell if it was here or had recently left, but there was something of importance along the back wall. Farkas stood in the doorway, watching his brother fume. Water dripped around him and he could have sworn he heard a small shuffle from the blackness.

Vilkas' large footsteps thudded ever closer to the darkened corner, and the ground changed. Instead of roughhewn stone under his feet, it was soft moldy hay. And it stank. She had to be close, even still in the Ratway.

"She can't have gone far, the hay still stinks…" He sighed deeply and called out to his brother. His voice trailed off as the darkness close to him twitched. So softly that no one else might have noticed it, but still it was there.

He peered deeper, focusing and squinting his eyes to make out shapes in the darkness. What should have been more rough stone was just black, pure black. The darkness twitched again, and suddenly two ice blue orbs came went flying towards his face.

Farkas jumped into action when the darkness shifted and a tiny black Khajiit flew flying toward his brother's face. The larger man fell backwards, squarely on his ass which in any other circumstance might have been funny but not now. Now he had a cat to catch, so they could get the hell out of this cold damp tunnel.

Unluckily for their prey, but luckily for them, she had chosen to house herself in a room with only one exit, the one doorway he now occupied. His body tensed up for impact as he saw the small animal fly towards him, probably thinking that her body could fit between his legs. It might have worked, too, if Vilkas had not chosen this moment to throw an empty bottle at his attacker. It hit her harmlessly in the leg but damage was not the reason that he had chosen to throw it. His smart brother had timed it just so, that as the cat crouched to dive between his legs the impact had distracted her for the split second it took for Farkas to shift his weight. What he thought was going to be a tougher impact, hit him with only enough force to slightly push a breath out of him.

Farkas stared down at the black cat form that had stopped moving in surrender. She just stared up at his now, her big blue orbs of eyes blinking rapidly. He crouched over her form so she wouldn't be tempted to run as Vilkas stood and retrieved a torch from his pack. There was the sound of stone on stone and soon the room was filled with the dim warm glow of the torch.

She stared up at the smaller of the two men from the flat of her back. 'Nords. Always Nords. Why was it always Nords?' Her inner voice screamed to flee but the man must have seen it in her eyes as he crouched over her body. Light flared and she heard the crackle of a torch and footsteps as The Big One stepped closer to her.

"What is your name, Cat?" The Big One shouted at her. She opened her mouth but not a sound would come out. Like a newborn all she could do was push air from her lungs with no sound.

"I think it's her, Brother" The Small One said, raising his head to look at The Big One. "She's the only cat down here. And even if it isn't her she will just come running back when we let her go. No harm, no foul."

The Big One just shrugged simply and took a rope from his pack. The Small One stood and allowed her to sit up. She offered her wrists to The Big One, knowing all too well that she had no choice. This caused an amused chuckle from The Big One.

"Good choice, Cat. But know that if you try to run I won't hesitate to rip your drug clogged throat if you even attempt to run."