Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

it does not come as a surprise to vilkas when his companion concludes that she never heard of it. he hadn't expected her to but she'd asked and he saw no reason not to be truthful. the nord was far from his natal pack and far from the companions; besides neither was in any sort of particular danger. jorrvaskr and the companions were both more than capable of protecting their own even if she was trouble but he doubts that even as the thought briefly crosses his mind. if anyone in the cavern was trouble it was the firebrand himself. she repeats what little he's told her about himself: that he was a warrior and that he taught pups to fight. "that's right." he confirms in a low murmur, unable to help the slight lift of his head as he feels her eyes observe him. he doesn't preen beneath her gaze but he does not mind being appraised nor subtly communicating such with his body language as he does now. in truth, vilkas liked kids. he liked their innocence and their unbidden curiosity about the world and all the endless and outrageous questions they come up with while they discover the world around them; but that doesn't make the youngest whitemane soft. he's got a reputation of being a hard-ass and when it comes to training he doesn't play games. he's effective.

"nah," vilkas replies carelessly with an airy shrug of his shoulders in response to her question accented with a soft giggle as it was from her. his name was definitely not 'nobody'. she offers her own name first and then her pack; a place called bracken sanctuary. it is, as expected, unfamiliar to him. "lily from bracken sanctuary," vilkas repeats offering her a small curl of his lips upwards into a grin. "i'm vilkas." the nord finally gives her his name.