Her attempts to convince the stubborn knight to rest, Falin had moved into the dooded area opposite of Hjalund's patrols. She sat on a fallen log, a heavy cloak lined with furs wrapped tightly around her. The spectral direwolf she had been riding that night lay at her feet. The bags containing what little she traveled with were drapped across its back.
Letting out a sigh, she watched cloud that formed from her breath fade away. The snow crunched behind her. The Bosmer couldn't help but tense slightly. Was it the knight approaching for an attack? Glancing back she saw Scipio approaching.
