Farkas threw his trousers back on, but left off his shirt. He threw Lyara her clothes, which she pulled on quickly. It was safer to transform outside the city else they risk being attacked by the city guard. Hand in hand, they ran out of Jorrvaskr giggling like a pair of teenagers.
They walked out of the front gates of Whiterun, followed by strange glances from the guards. They headed off down the road in the direction of the tower where Lyara had fought a dragon shortly after her arrival in Whiterun, which had then led to the discovery of her Dragonborn ancestry.
The tower was ruined and no one was about so Farkas suggested it would be a good place to leave their clothes. He was out of his trousers in no time, and attempted to fold them, before leaving them on the wall. Lyara was just as quick in removing her trousers and shirt, and once the garment were off, she looked over at Farkas.
A cloud shifted and a ray of moonlight struck him, and Lyara just stared. He looked exquisite in that moment as the moonlight highlighted the slight grey silvering his beard and the way his eyes twinkled, excited about their impending run. The soft light showed off the definition in his muscles, and he looked like he had been carved by Dibella, the goddess of beauty herself. He was a simple man, yet complex in many ways. He always seemed to know exactly what to do or say to make her feel better.
"Are you ready?" he asked when he saw her looking at him.
"Yes, my love."
She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes closed momentarily in concentration. She saw the hair on his body start to darken and thicken. Lyara closed her eyes to do the same, but it was her wolf sensing the proximity of its mate that brought about her change. Once again, she felt the strange sensation of her limbs lengthening, and growing in height. Her naked and lithe legs popped and stretched until she was stood a digitigrade stance. A thick down of chestnut hair covered her lupine form.
In front of her was Farkas's wolf, still considerably taller than her, and covered in jet black fur. The beast's chest was broader and deeper than hers. He raised his long snout and sniffed the air, then looked at her with a whine that grew into a playful yip.
For the second time that evening, Farkas had his teeth around Lyara's neck. She pulled from his grip, and with a mischievous growl she ran off. Her flight triggered Farkas's natural instinct to chase, and loping on his two legs, he went after her.
Lyara could smell him catching her up, and so dropped to all fours to increase her speed. Racing through the Skyrim country side was just as exhilarating as Farkas had promised, and what she remembered from her first change. His larger gait made up the distance between, and he pounced on her hind quarters, bringing her down. He was going at such a pace, he could not stop and crashed into her, and the two of them tumbled in a mass of fur and claws.
They began to play fight, snapping at each other with massive jaws, but pulling short from doing actual harm. Lyara curled her lip in a growl as Farkas stalked around her, trying to get behind her.
Suddenly, there was a disturbance in a bush a short distance away. Lyara sniffed the air, and smelled a deer. It had stumbled through the forest, but when it caught the scent of the predators, it quickly about turned, and fled through the undergrowth.
Lyara licked her lips and whined at Farkas, who stood up, his large wolf tongue lolled out of his mouth. With a sharp bark, he told her to follow, and the two of them chased after the deer. It wasn't long before they caught up with the frightened animal, its eyes wide and white with fear. Lyara was driven by blood lust and ignored the creature's screams as Farkas and she sank their teeth and claws into its tender flesh.
Warm blood rushed over her tongue, as she felt the life force leave the animal. Farkas used his sharp teeth to open the animal's belly, to get at the tender flesh within. Steam rose from the entrails in the cold night air and they gorged themselves on the sweet meats.
Lyara felt full and happy, so she lay down next to the deer corpse and waited for her mate to finish eating. When he had done, he came over, and tenderly licked the blood off her muzzle as she whined in pleasure.
She could feel her wolf was satiated, and enough of her human self was now in control that she stood up, and after shaking herself a little, started running back towards the tower. Farkas loped alongside her occasionally running close enough to brush his cheek against her fur.
A little distance away from the tower, and Lyara stopped. The transformation back to a human was already underway, and so she waited for it to be over before walking the rest of the way.
By the time they got to the tower to retrieve their clothes, she was quite cold, and Farkas hurried her to get dressed. They made their way back towards the town, stopping by the river to wash the last of the deer blood from their faces.
They slept that night in their own home, Lyara on her side with Farkas spooned behind her, one arm under her head, the other draped over her ribs. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The next morning, she strapped herself into her armour while Farkas still slept. When he woke, she was already fully dressed.
"I am going to go speak with Jarl Balgruuf about using the dragon trap."
"Give me two minutes, and I will come with you," and he swung his long legs out of the bed.
"No, its okay. I can handle this. You rest up."
Farkas walked over to her, and used one hand to grab her chin gently and forced her to look at him.
"I know you can handle it. Evidently, there is very little you can't handle, but please ... allow me to pretend that I am not completely superfluous. I like being needed, it's a failing of mine."
Lyara laughed a little, and agreed.
He quickly dressed while she watched appreciatively, part of her regretting they couldn't go back to bed.
When they later walked into the Great Hall at Dragonsreach, the Jarl was sat on his throne listening to something that his advisor, Proventus, had to say. They stopped their discussion as soon as they saw her approach but Lyara was sure she had heard Ulfric's name mentioned.
"My Jarl," she said, bowing her head respectfully. "I came to ask a boon. I need your help to trap a dragon in your palace."
"I must have misheard you," the Jarl chuckled. "I thought you asked me to help you trap a dragon in my palace"
