`The Companions`

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐫

It's been a long day. Contract after contract, you've gone all sorts of places, whether it was to dispute a brawl or to rescue a kidnapped wolf from bandits. You're tired and more than ready to relax. As you pad into Jorrvaskr, you let out a exhausted huff and discard your weapons by the door before making your way to the long dining table that was centered in the middle of the longhouse.

It seems the others in the faction had the same idea as familiar faces were taking their places alongside the table, more than ready to eat after a long day. You say and nod your greetings, as you make your way to your seat besides Torvar and Ria. Torvar slurs a welcome before gulping down more mead while Ria gives you a more sober, polite greeting.

The chattering stilled as the Harbinger let out a bark. They stood, their voice carrying as they spoke. "I'm not going to take long as I know some of us are more than ready to skip social time and eat," Laughs rippled through the wolves, some eyes pointed at others. "However, I'd like to say that even though thick and thin, through times of turmoil and hardship, there's no other wolves I'd rather be with then you all. My shield-siblings. If Yrsagramor could see us now, he'd be proud. To the Companions!"

"To the Companions!" Everyone echoed before the dinner finally began. Your heart felt warm as you looked around at the others - your shield-brothers and sisters. This group of warriors was home to you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Aela laughed at a joke Skjor told while Vilkas rolled his eyes at Farkas pratically inhaling his food. Njada and Athis were challenging each other to another brawl after the meal while Torvar was chugging down mead. Ria nudged your shoulder and smiled. This was the life. No matter what, you had a group of folks to rely on. A family.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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