Frost frowned as he looked up at the sky above them, angry looking black clouds were swirling around the top of the mountain that they were climbing. an unnatural charge was hanging in the air and was getting stronger as the two got closer to the summit. It didn’t help that the trees that they were passing looked long dead but refusing to fully decay, leaving withered husks and rotted stumps along the path that they had to take. The sight was causing the fur on his tail to bristle out as his armored feet crunched softly in the mountain snow. He didn’t like the look of it one bit.

“M’rissi don’t like the look of this…” His companion said as she followed the mountain path behind him. “Let’s go home, yes?”

Frost stopped and looked back at his companion. “If you’re really that scared Fluffy, you can either go back to Dawnstar or head home.”

The strange looking Khajiit glared at him as she wrinkled her humanoid nose. “How many times does she have to tell you, she is not Fluffy! She is pretty, and… cute.”

“That she is.” He said with a grin.

“And, M’rissi is not scared.” She continued definitely. “She is… Just worried. Yes. She is worried that you will get into trouble and you will need M’rissi’s help to get you out of it.”

“If you say so Kitten.” Frost chuckled as he looked at her with a smile. “But right now we need to hurry to the summit and stop Silus.”

M’rissi nodded, a bit dejected as she walked up to him. “She stays close.” 

The two continued up the snow covered path and Frost couldn’t help but think about how odd the two of them must look. He was a wolf-like Lykaios adventurer with mostly white fur and a hair-like mane of light blue. He had been wandering for most of his life, having never been a part of a pack or had a place to call home. She on the other hand was once a regular Khajiit with more normal feline features, but she had been altered and given a more humanoid or elven face with raven hair and a mix of dark brown fur colors on her back, arms and legs. They were quite literally a cat and dog traveling companions.

A strong wind drew him back out of his musings and at the task at hand. Frost was the first to see the top of the summit and the sight made the rest of his fur stand on end. Carved into the stone peak was a giant, four arm,evil-looking demonic figure. No doubt a follower’s depiction of the Daedra, Mehrunes Dagon sitting on a stone throne that was no doubt the entrance to his shrine.

“Do you hear that?” M’rissi asked as they got to the bottom of the shrine’s steps.

Frost stopped and listened, trying to pick out what M’rissi might have heard. “Chanting.” He said as he looked back at her. “We’re close and by the sounds of it we better hurry.” The two ran up the steps, Frost's armor clanking with every stride he took.