Haisr arrived at the hut in the middle of the oasais, climbed the steps and approached Vatalia.
"I did as you asked. The black dog wo'nt bother anyone again."
Vatalia smiled; it look more like a grimace than a smile, Hasir thought. To him it looked as if she was holding back some troubling thought.
"Hasir... erm... I don't know how to say this, but those deer that you killed... were Hircine and Kynareth's favorite forms." Hasir looked taken
aback by this; his eyes narrowed and fangs bared. "Not that you did horrible, you did great... but Hircine notified me that you are out of the
pack."
Hasir's tail slammed down so hard that Valatia yelped in fright.
"What!?" He roared. "It'll be fine." He lied, both to himself and the khajiit. "It'll be like when I got ousted from the companions for a short spell after accidentally killing that stupid preacher in Whiterun. Seriously, though, those people shouldn't be allowed out in the daytime, if they are, it should be on a very short leash." Hasir snickered at his own joke. Valatia, however, scowled and suggested that he take this a bit more seriously.
The argonian rasied both hands to should height as if pushing some invisible barrier.
"Okay... okay... I can sse I've sstruck a nerve." He said nervously. "Let's see, I can go back to Whiterun. The companions would love to have me... even if I did piss of their patron deity."
Valatia rubbed her chin, obviously lost in thought.
"I dunno seems a bit suspicious, you showing up on the companions' doorstep and them not mounting your head on a post. I should know. I disgraced the nature gods in a similar manner."
Hasir stared at her in disbelief. He'd not expected her to disobey a god that obviously granted her son the shapeshifting ability. Valatia smiled feintly.
"Yes, I took my son from Hircine... I, er, stole him from his den with the other wolf pup, newly born, they were. So cute and innocent. I thought that, by spiriting him away to this place, I could spare him the life of hunting for sport. I was punished dealry for my betrayal. I was given one," She held up one clawed finger an inch from Hasir's face. "Chance to rectify my misrtake, otherwise I would be stripped of my wolf fur and disgraced among other werewolves." Hasir held on with bated breath. "I did the only thing I could think of, I came here. far from civilized society." She hid her face in her hands. "I just couldn't bare the shame of letting people down nor could I go through with the insurmountable redemption task Hircine had set for me."
Hasir looked at her curiously.
"What should I do? Should I hide out until Hircine sees fit to offer my rank back? I mean, I've my wolf fur. At least he hasn't used that to decorate a house with or worse, mounted my stuuf wolf's head on a wall." Just thinking about that time he witnessed that stuffed horned god decapitate him and watching his lifeless body die gave him goosebumps.
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