Reljir being Dragonborn was unbelieveable. But watching him demonstrate his thu'um, as proof had Aela rooted to the spot. As her heartbeat slowed, and she began to really see him, she felt the first whispers of concern. He appeared composed, but she could sense his inner turmoil.

He looked over and locked eyes with her. It was all there for her to see, his efforts to cope with all of this. She felt the need to anchor him as he came to terms with everything. He was not standing that far from her. Her eyes never leaving his, she crossed the few feet separating them. She chose to ignore the guarded look which dropped over his eyes, recognizing it for what it was.

He probably thought she would run from him again. She would disabuse him of that notion. She reached out and embraced him. He allowed it but stood rigid in her arms. She said in a hushed tone, "Its OK, you're safe with me".

That's all she got out, before he hugged her tightly. A shudder ran the length of his body. Aela frowned when she realized he was slightly shaking. It was not often that a warrior would publicly show this much vulnerability, and not be considered a milk drinker. But, it was not often a warrior discovered he was Dragonborn.

Among the other Companions, the reactions were as varied as the individuals. Farkas believed if Vilkas said Reljir was Drgonborn it was true. Not being nords, Athis and Ria were more curious than anything else. Njada had always known there was something special about Reljir. It was not often she felt a man was worth loving. But none of them realized how deep and profound the changes went for Reljir.

Reljir tried not to tense up when Aela embraced him. He was badly shaken and trying to regain some semblance of control. That he was Dragonborn was incredible. But it also called into question, some of his most deeply ingrained beliefs.

In the space of one fight, he had gone from strong self-confidence, to wondering if he even knew himself. He tentatively returned Aela's hug hoping his bear spirit would behave. However, his bear merely raised its head as if listening to her hushed words before settling down in approval.

He put his arms around her and slowly drew her close. Gradually his tension began to melt away under the ministrations of Aela. "Thank you," he whispered closing his eyes and hugging her tight. He stood holding her for a long moment, before he began to notice how perfectly she fit into his arms. He caught a subtle change in her scent. He wondered idly if she was coming into heat.

Images began to flash across his mind before he could control them, of the way she moved in her armor, the first kiss he shared with her. He exhaled slowly as desire rushed through his body. On some level he realized they were not alone; but Aela was just to tempting. He was to emotionally drained to care anymore.

His hands came up to gently cradle her head and lift her face before lowering his lips towards hers. She moved closer melding every inch of their bodies together. She fit his body perfectly, like two halves pressed together. Running her fingers through his red hair, she grabbed the back of his head pulling him ever closer.

She began kiss him gently her sensual lips brushing his. His bear spirit stirred slightly to greet her wolf spirit, who seemed delighted that Aela was being the more dominant of the two. His bear merely rolled over, as content as his skin brother to allow it for now.

Her tongue began to tease his lips until he opened them welcoming her inside. Her tongue easily slide between his lips to clash against his. Longing ripped through him as she eagerly explored his mouth. She tasted so sinfully right. Reljir was awash with sensations. Her taste, scent, and textures all joined to immerse him in the essence of Aela herself.

She deepened the kiss and he savored her lips. He relished the intensity of his feelings for her. Her kisses had left him panting and so hot for her, that he was ready with shocking swiftness.. Aela's scent was just what he needed to nudge him towards the edge into bliss.

It didn't happen. He was on the brink, when someone cleared their throat loudly breaking his concentration. He reluctantly broke their kiss. He leaned forward touching his forehead to hers. He felt self-conscious and didn't dare open his eyes. He had lost control like some youth wet behind the ears.

This was not how he had envisioned his first real intimacy with her. He wanted to talk to her explain but he didn't know how. He needed time to gather his scattered thoughts and think straight. Her breathing was rapid and he could feel her heart racing. The smell of her aroma hung thick in the air.

Her fingers running up and down his arms comforted him. He breathed in deeply, smelling her concern. It was staggering that even now her thoughts were for him ignoring her own needs. Whatever could be said of Reljir, he didn't lack courage. It was time to face the music. He took a moment more to regain his composure before opening his eyes and looking around.

Farkas was over by the dragon bones, talking to Athis about how he had to memorize them so he could tell the story correctly. Vilkas and most of the guards had moved closer to the watchtower. They were standing around talking to the female dunmer. Njada gave him scathing look, before turning to walk away. She headed towards Jorrvaskr disapproval written in every line of her body. He swallowed, that type of reaction was something he would have expected of Skjor.

However, that warrior stood watching him, his expression warred between sympathy and exacerbation. Something had changed in the personal dynamics between the two of them. Skjor switched to alpha mode and began staring him down. Reljir realized he had to carefully consider his reaction. He had no ambitions to become Alpha of Jorrvaskrs wolf pack. Feeling slightly chastened, Reljir chose to lower his eyes first.

Skjor felt relieved when the younger man acknowledged him. He approved that the whelp was suddenly acting the subordinate. Soon he would offer him the blood and become his alpha in truth. Finding out the whelp was Dragonborn explained a lot. But it also made it imperative that the man respect the hierarchy of the wolf pack.

Aela's aroma permeated the air and Skjor was sure even the guards could smell it. He had heard the rise in Reljirs heartbeat and knew exactly what was about to happen. He decided to intervene before things got embarrassing.

Skjor had pieced together what he believed to have happened. Aela's wolf spirit must have seen the dragon blood as a beast spirit. That raised a new question. Was the pair bond as unsuccessful as they had believed? He had watched the two of them together. Aela had know exactly what she was doing. Then the battle lust took over and their encounter became to personal to watch comfortably. If in spite of everything, the two of them were mated, the whelp would forever be tied to Jorrvaskrs wolves.

As pack leader and alpha, it was his responsibility to protect the pack. He was positive Aela and Reljir would not want their private moments to play out in public. Therefore, he had chosen to rescue, them even though it rankled.

"We need to head back to Jorrvaskr," Skjor said quietly. Reljir stepped towards him just as Aela reached for his hand. The whelp stopped and leaned towards her. The two of them were becoming engrossed in each other again. At this rate they would be out here all night. Skjor sighed before walking over and deliberately inserting himself between the two of them.

Aela resisted slightly and Skjor growled warningly at her. She silently allowed her arm to drop. He immediately turned to the whelp half expecting a fight. The younger man met his gaze somewhat sheepishly before lowering his eyes. Skjor could sense the astonishment coming from the wolves as they simultaneously reached a startling conclusion.