Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

vilkas watches her move from the shadows that conceal her and yet as she steps into the lit cavern he understands why the shadows favored her. she could easily have been born of them with an inky pelage such as her's. if his copper and rust pelage was a gift from the fires of the sun her's was a gift from the darkest abyss of night. his seaweed gaze sweeps over her in an appraising manner quickly, not too studious and does not linger despite that he thinks — rather simply — as if it is matter-of-fact she is pretty. her tone, when she does respond to his jest of a question, holds an edge of ruefulness. it leaves vilkas to wonder if he unintentionally struck a nerve.

she does not elaborate on her slightly sorrowful response and the nord does not pry. their conversation smoothly makes the transition to her affirming that she was from around here only to be added that she's never been to these caves before and the youngest whitemane sees no need to hash up what they put behind them despite his curiosity. at her inquiry as to where he was from he considers telling her 'not here' as he'd already stated but he's already been coy and evasive in their conversation and as he truly doesn't have anything to hide decides to offer her an honest answer. it's unlikely, he thinks, that she'll have ever heard about jorrvaskr. "a place far from here called jorrvaskr." and because vilkas was feeling generous added, "it's where i learned to fight and over time i was entrusted to oversee the cubs training." he doubted the information would be overly valuable to her: this wasn't an interview, after all; which was why he offered it in the first place ( and because he did feel partially guilty about potentially striking a nerve with the whole 'nobody'/'somebody' instead of names thing ).