Wolfblind - Chapter 3Vilkas loved the sparring area in the back of Jorrvaskr. He had spent his childhood there, running around the training grounds with Farkas, watching the older warriors practice their skills.More Like This
The woman standing across from him now on the dusty ground could hardly be called a warrior. She was willowy, slender and long-legged. She was taller than most Bretons, but that meant little when compared to Vilkas, who was large even by Nord standards. She had the lean structure that he had noted on many couriers, from running long distances constantly.
But despite his comments on her ability to hold a sword, the blade in her hand now was steady, in a traditional stance he had seen from people born and raised in Cyrodiil.
Vilkas didn’t like the look of her. Raelyn, she had called herself. She wasn’t ugly, certainly. In fact, she was rather attractive, with long, thick, honey blonde hair, clear pale skin, intense hazel eyes, and a straight, upturned nose over full lips. But there was so