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Female Dragonborn and Farkas
Vilkas growled to himself as he marched back toward Jorrvaskr. How dare that whelp keep something of such importance hidden from us! Something like that it’s- he shook his head as his gloved fingers dug into his palms in tight fits. All this time she has had this power and never spoken a word about it. Had it been any other whelp, Vilkas would have been shocked and honored (still a little irritated), but something about it being Sova—he was furious. The wolf inside him growled and bristled with rage. He could feel the fangs protruding from the spirit’s jowls, and forced his lips shut tight around his own teeth. He couldn’t risk his wolf getting the better of him in broad daylight. He swallowed what anger he could and continued his march toward the great halls of the Companions.
Aela was waiting for him outside the mead hall when Vilkas came storming up the steps. With a half-smile, she