I follow my companion's scent for a few hours, but each time I get close to her she bolts. I finally catch up to her, she's too busy eating to notice my presence. When she finally catches my scent she gets up and begins backing away, but stops when her hindquarters hit a tree. My patience ran out an hour ago and I quickly close in on her, when I stop only a few inches separate our noses. She towers over me and I can see the hard muscles underneath her shaggy coat, but she still cowers when I bare my fangs. After a few minutes, she seems to realize I mean her no harm and gets up. My companion quickly resumes her meal and ignores me completely.

The courier managed to run farther than I thought he would, but in the end he wasn't able to outrun a werewolf. His left arm and right leg are gone and his head is nowhere to be found, but my companion devours him all the same. When she finally sits back and licks her jaws the moon is high in the sky, not to mention my back is stiff from sitting and waiting for her to finish her meal. I get up and begin walking back towards Whiterun with my companion in tow, she seems tired and is willing to follow me. We're still transformed when we reach Whiterun so I'm forced to take the secret entrance that connects to the Underforge, but it takes a few minutes before I manage to convince my fellow werewolf to jump through the entrance.

As soon as we're inside she once again finds my blood and begins lapping away. I curl up and am about to doze off when I hear my companion once again leave, this time out the secret entrance. I almost howl in anger, but I know for a fact she'd only run faster. As I heave myself up I remind myself, You're the one that changed her.


Dovahkiin POV:

Down the road, across the river, and up into the mountains. My elder is chasing me, but I'm gaining ground. Within a few minutes she's gone. Down the mountain, across a small stream, and into the thick forest. Soon snow is crunching underfoot and the scent of prey catches my attention. I don't bother stalking the lone deer, I simply slash his side open and begin eating. The smell of blood blocks out all the other scents, but I hear the unmistakable clink of a crossbow being loaded. I raise my head from the corpse, but not before I hear the snap of the crossbow releasing and feel a bolt enter my side. Roaring, I flip around and begin snarling at everything in sight. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to lock on to my target, a barrel chested man dressed all in black. I snarl and take in his appearance while he examines me, both of us are no doubt weighing our odds of winning.

He's a mace and dagger hanging from his belt, but besides the crossbow he has no long range weapons. My wound is bleeding profusely and he already has another bolt in his hand, running is out of the question. He has three layers of ring mail, but no helmet. I still don't want to risk fighting him. I'm still debating what to do when he suddenly loads him crossbow, without a second thought I run at him. The bolt was aimed at my head, but the wind is strong and it hits my shoulder. I feel happiness swell inside me, there's no way possible he will be able to load his crossbow before I kill him. It's only as I open my jaws I see him reach behind his back and pull out a glimmering spider web looking object.

He throws the net at the very last second and I can't stop myself from crashing into it. The man calmly steps to the side as I charge past him, but I'm soon lying on the ground when my feet get tangled in the net. I howl in anger and try to fight my way out of the glimmering wire, but I'm quickly tangled worse than ever. I soon stop fighting and allow my head to fall to the ground, successfully entangled in the net. I snarl as the man begins shouting and disappears between the trees. Within seconds the man returns with five men and a woman following behind him, all of them eyeing me nervously.

"Good catch." The lone female says as she examines my stomach, ignoring my growl of warning. "How in Oblivion did you find one this far north?". One of the men asks as he inches towards me, fear radiates off of him. The man in black blinks and tells his companion, "I was tracking a deer and found him. I guess food's getting scarce down south.". The woman's been examining me while they were talking and looks up to tell them, "It's a she, and a young one from the looks of it. Food isn't getting any scarcer, she just got bold. She's a fine specimen, hard muscles and thick fur. Help me lift her up, the wagon isn't that far away. When she's settled give her the liquid, I don't want her changing back any time soon." The woman grabs my head and the man in black grabs my feet, together they heave me up and walk me a little ways away to a hidden wagon. They throw me in the back where another werewolf lies, his foot caught in a trap.

The old wolf leans his head towards me and sniffs, but whines and leans back when I manage to bite his ear. The wagon starts to move, but the woman quickly climbs atop me and forces my jaws open. Before I can bite down, the man in black is back and he grabs my lower jaw, preventing me from snapping his companion's hand off. A foul liquid is poured in my mouth, but they have to massage my throat to get me to swallow. Once I've swallowed they both climb down from the moving wagon. I'm not sure where they are taking me, but I'm certain I won't like it.


Aela POV:

I curse my new pack mate almost as soon as she's out of my sight, I won't catch up to her any time soon. I follow her scent, which is clear as day, but it's a while before I finally find where she is. Or where she was. Blood splatters the ground and the scent of nord men is everywhere. I sniff around until I find their camp, and almost yelp in fear at what I find. Half buried in snow, torn, and dirty is the banner of The Silver Hand. It must have fallen off of one of their horses or wagons, although that's the least of my concern. I quickly find their scent and follow it, praying my pack member will be in one piece when I find her.