Delilah's eyes carefully scanned her surroundings, her nose searched for any unusual smells, her ears waited for the sound of a creature approaching. She sat in a tree, her bow drawn.

She was on the hunt.

She felt her blood pumping, the forest was so quiet she could hear her own soft heartbeat. She closed her eyes as she listened to the melodic sound. Hunting always did this to her, even as a child. She couldn't explain why, all she knew was that it unleashed something feral in her soul, and after every hunt she felt a feeling of longing and emptiness. Nothing could ever quench the hunger she felt.

As she sat with her eyes closed, her mind drifted back to the day she left Riften. It had been about a month, maybe two, she couldn't keep track of the days anymore. She missed Keerava, she was someone that Delilah considered to be a friend. She didn't know how Keerava felt about their relationship but she hoped it was something good.

Crack!

Delilah's eyes snapped open at the sound of a twig breaking. She perked up from the slouching position she was sitting in and looked below her, a man was walking through where she had been camping. He was average height, blond hair, pale skin, a little bit of facial hair. He also had on Stormcloak armor. Delilah cursed under her breath as he crouched to examine the small fire she had made the night before. In that moment she saw her opportunity to interrogate the man.

She silently placed her bow back where it belonged on her back and pulled her dagger from her thigh. She crawled on the branch until she was directly above the man, taking a deep breath, she readied herself to jump. The man stood and Delilah pushed herself off the tree. She landed on top of the man, he gasped as the two of them landed on the dirt and she held his head up to meet her dagger in one swift motion.

"Where are the rest of your friends?" She whispered into his ear.

The man was taken aback when he heard a silvery singsong voice in his ear.

"At our camp, not far from here. If you head west you'll find it," he replied against the sharp dagger that pierced his skin.

"Why are you here, are you looking for someone?"

"No, just passing through."

He felt the pressure of the knife lessen until she pulled it away and let him go. He brought his hand up to his neck to wipe away the blood that had begun to seep from his wound.

"Go back to your camp and forget you saw me here."

Once he was able to stand up and get a look at his attacker he felt the need to help the poor woman, she was covered in dirt, her hair a mess and her eyes filled with sadness. He watched her kick leaves over the spot where the campfire was made and turn east. The man reached out, grabbing her upper arm before she could move any farther.

"Come with me to my camp, we'll help you. If you help us, of course."

The woman paused at his proposition, still not facing him. He couldn't see her face but was curious as to if she was pondering about putting her dagger back against his throat.

"What is it I would need to do?"

"Keep guard during the night. You seem like you know how to fight, we could use someone like you for a few days."

She stood silent for a moment, staring at the ground deep in thought.

"Fine, I'll go with you," she said as she removed his hand from her arm.

The man turned west with the woman following close behind.

"It's not far from here. My name is Ralof, by the way."

"I'm Delilah."

The pair walked in awkward silence for some time, the only sound being Ralof's loud footsteps through every leaf and stick in the forest. Delilah knew how to walk through a forest without making a sound, Ralof checked to make sure she was still walking behind him more than once.

"Why are you out here?" Ralof questioned.

"Do you know of the Ravencrones?"

Ralof stopped and turned to face her, a look of surprise on his face.

"Of course I do, they've been becoming very.. popular lately," he said as he looked into her tired eyes.

"Well, about a year ago I refused a marriage from Giles Ravencrone, ever since they've had it out for me," She paused before continuing, "About a month ago I broke up a fight at The Bee and Barb. I took one of the men outside and long story short, I stabbed the Giles Ravencrone's son in the hand."

"You're in a little deep. The Ravencrone's don't give up on a target until Giles is presented with the head." Ralof ran his hand through his hair as he spoke.

"Well, we should continue before it gets dark," Delilah said after another moment of silence.

Ralof nodded and continued following the path back to the campsite.