I stretched as I stood up, lifting my arms to the sky. A shiver ran through me as the coolness of the air wrapped around me.

I stood there staring at him. He had walked over to the edge of the small clearing we had slept in and was standing with his back to me, hands on his hips. I couldn't help but admire his backside, again, the view of him stirred something inside of me. I wanted to walk over to him and wrap my arms around his glorious body. I didn't even know his name, but I felt a connection to him that was stronger than any I had ever felt before.

"Well lass." He turned to face me. "Where are... yyyou..." his voice trailed off as he got his first real look at me in my normal form. I was very petite for a nord, not even five and a half feet tall. My blonde hair was long enough to reach my waist, and was probably full of loose foliage at the moment. My eyes were large and round, with deep blue rings framing my pupils. My pale skin was unmarred, except for one thin, pale scar across my thigh. It was the only time I had ever come into contact with a hunter, and I made sure to avoid them after that.

I began to feel rather self-conscience as he stood there and gaped at me. I wrapped one hand around the side and back of my neck, and rested the other across my breasts. "You were saying." I glanced around, trying hard not to take notice of the changes that were taking place in his body.

"Oh, I uh..." He fumbled. "I wasn't expecting you to be naked. I mean, I know I am naked." He glanced down at himself and saw what I had been trying to avoid with my eyes. "Oh!" He crossed his arms and cupped his manhood in his hands. "I was just going to ask where you were headed now."

Red flushed his cheeks, and it made me melt to see how embarrassed he was. "It's okay." I dropped my arms and waved a hand in his direction, turning back around to face the other side of the clearing. I really was quite comfortable being naked, and even more so being naked in the forest. I spent most of my time that way. "I am headed back southeast, towards Ivarstead." I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to clear out the dead leaves and clumps of dirt.

"Oh." He dropped his arms back down to his sides. "I come from Whiterun." He turned and looked back over his shoulder.

"Whiterun?" I was surprised. "That's an awful ways away. What brought you this far from your normal hunting grounds?" I turned back to face him and continued to try pry a rather persistent leaf out of my tangled hair.

"I was found by the Silver Hand." He walked towards me. "They chased me this far south." He held my struggling hand in his own. "Let me help you." He smiled as he toyed with my hair and I felt another shiver run through me. "They found me while I was in the middle of my change."

I gasped. That was one of the biggest fears of a wolf, to be found by hunters while in mid-shift. It was when you were most vulnerable, unable to fight as a man or a beast. He must have seen the fear in my face, because he quickly took my hands in his.

"Oh, lass. It's alright. My brother and I have perfected our change, it takes only a second or so to finish if we need it to." He loosened one of my hands only to brush some of my hair from my face. "I was able to get out of there with only the injury you found last night. And as you have seen, it's mostly healed." He stretched his side so I could see the purple scar running down the length of his ribs.

I reached out and touched it. My fingers looked so small and pale compared to his tan, muscular torso. I ran them slowly down the extent of the scar. "Lass." He whispered, his eyes closing.

"Tala." I whispered.

His eyes opened and looked into mine. "Vilkas." He whispered back.

"You have so many scars, Vilkas." I said, running my other fingers down another scar on his chest. I couldn't help myself, I wanted to touch everyone of them, kiss them and heal them.

"I am a warrior." He said laying his hand over mine, pressing it to his skin. I could feel his heartbeat beneath his chest. I smiled.

"I can see it." I returned my eyes to his. "I can see you in armor with a sword. It seems, right."

"Aye." He sighed. "Feels right too. I was meant to be a fighter."

I let my ringers that were resting at his side fall.

"What about you lass? What do you do where you live?"

"Oh, nothing as exciting as you." I pulled my hand from his chest and walked back over to the makeshift bed. I sat down in the fur and reclined, allowing the sun to begin warming me again. "I simply work on a farm. You know, planting crops and tending to animals." I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun.

"That is good, solid work." He sat down beside me. "Honest work." He continued to look me over, I could tell he liked what he saw, and something inside of me reveled in that. His face changed when he noticed my scar. His rough fingers reached out to touch it.

"Where'd you get this?" His face was grim now, all lightheartedness gone.

"I was very young when I got that." I looked at it myself. "One of my first trips out in my wolf form. I happened across a hunter." I laid my hand over his and laced my fingers in his strong ones. "I startled him and he lashed out with the only thing he had, a silver dagger." His fingers tightened around mine. "It wasn't deep enough to kill me, but it hurt, worse than any pain I had ever felt. I almost didn't make it away. I panicked and I changed back into my natural form before he had even realized what had happened."

"And he let you live?"

"I was a little girl, Vilkas, only about five summers. He saw that I was only a child and spared me."

"By Talos." Vilkas sat up and rested his head on his fists. "I can't believe someone would turn a child."

"I've been fine." I rubbed his shoulders, "I don't really even remember not being a wolf. Actually, I love being a wolf. I love the chase, the moon, the hunt."

He raised his head and looked back to me. "Good. I would hate to think of someone who takes to being a wolf so beautifully not desiring it."

I felt my cheeks burn with blush this time. I bit my lip and looked away. "Tala." He whispered my name and I could feel my whole body grow hot.

I looked back up to him and he was leaning in towards me.

"Yes Vilkas?" My voice came out husky, I had never felt like this before, my body was burning up and I loved it.

"I..." He cupped my face in his hand. "I feel..."

"Warm?" I breathed.

"Yes." His face was nearing mine. "I have never felt this way before."

"Me either." I couldn't break my eyes from his. "But I like it."

"Me too." He finished closing in on me and pressed his lips to mine. I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair. I shift my weight so I could return his kiss use both my hands to hold him close to me. We broke for air and I looked into his eyes, his wonderful gray-blue eyes. I heard him growl quietly and he pressed into me again, both hands holding my face now.

He lowered me back down on the soft fur and laid down next to me, his lips never leaving mine. My hands had begun to wander down his chest and across his broad shoulders. His, in turn, moved down my body as well, first running along my collarbone, sending a shudder through me. I moaned. He growled again, pleased with my reaction. His fingers lightly trailed down over my breasts and across my smooth stomach. They came to the edge of my womanhood and paused there.

I reached out and grabbed his wrist when he began to venture further.

"Vilkas, I..." I looked into his face again. "I can't."

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