The haze from Telesie’s head began to clear by the time Rhemirr had revealed himself to Velanderys, though her vision was still hazy. However, despite the effort and pleas she gave to her body, she couldn’t move, forced to watch as her brother was struck a fatal blow by the Khajiit and fumbled to his death. She looked on silently with tears forming in her eyes; a painful sob that couldn’t make its way towards her mouth. She was soon taken out of her state of grief however, as the assailant had now turned his gaze towards her.
He did not know where he was. Wolves had come to follow him, great pale beasts with bright eyes that trotted neat-footed or squatted in the briars along the road to watch him where he made his halt. He dismounted, a cacophony of man and muscle and steel, while in the distance the vulpines loped and slid and ambled with their long noses pressed to the thawing ground which hissed like weeping permafrost.