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The sky was growing brighter as they continued down the path towards Riverwood.

"So, do you have a girlfriend or something?" Slutcat asked Ralof.

"Sort of."

"Oh, one of those on-again, off-again things?"

"No. We're pretty serious. But... he's my boyfriend," Ralof said. "It's not exactly something we publicize here in Skyrim."

"Oh! I see," Slutcat said, somewhat dejected. "Well, that's okay. I like you anyway."

"I appreciate that. I like you too, Slutcat. Friends?"

Slutcat nodded, "Friends. That was a pretty impressive kiss though. Considering."

"Hey, it's not like I'm immune or anything. I just like this other guy. A lot."

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"Well alright. I'll stay out of your pants then if you want me to. But..."

Suddenly two wolves were upon them. Ralof instantly had his axe in hand and was laying into the first, but the other was attacking from behind. Slutcat took a second before remembering she wasn't helpless and then she had her spark spells in hand and began laying into the second wolf.

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Though it took less than a minute before they were both put down, her heartbeat still racing even as they resumed their journey.

"Oh my God! Is it normal to be attacked by wolves like that?"

Ralof nodded. "Yes, though it's unusual for only a couple to attack. That small a pack usually would leave travelers alone. Be on the lookout for more. Maybe you should keep your spell ready."

"I will!" she said, taking his arm.

"Did you really have to kill them?" asked a voice behind them. Both turned around to see Sworddog with a forlorn face.

"Sworddog? Well, yes! I mean, they attacked us!" Slutcat pointed out. "Why?"

"I think they just wanted to meet me."

"Meet you?"

"Well, I'm sort of in heat right now. They were pretty nice looking wolves, didn't you think?"

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Slutcat looked at Ralof who shrugged. "I... suppose."

"Well, if any more should come around, would you mind terribly not killing them? And maybe leave me and them alone for a while?"

The three continued on their way while Slutcat and Sworddog debated.

"Wait. Wasn't it you that told me to leave Ralof alone? Aren't you being hypocritical?" Slutcat asked, feeling a little pissed off.

"Yeah, but you get to fuck all the time! It's not the same!" Sworddog whined.

"Have you seen me get laid yet? Even once?"

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"Not for lack of trying," Sworddog protested.

Slutcat nodded, "That's so. Okay, if we see any more, we'll leave you to 'em. Unless they attack us. Sound good Ralof?"

"Fine by me! Sworddog can have a doggy orgy as far as I'm concerned!"

"One can only hope," Sworddog said, snickering. "Thank you Ralof. And Slutcat."

"You don't think they'd hurt you do you? I mean, you are a dog, not a wolf," said Slutcat, a note of concern in her voice.

"And you're a cat, not a human. But I don't see you worrying about Ralof. You know your kind, I know mine. I'll be fine."

"Well okay, but if you get knocked up, don't come looking to me to babysit a litter of puppies!"<

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On the way, Ralof pointed out an odd looking structure atop a ridge on the far side of the river.

"Bleak Falls Barrow. I never understood how my sister could stand living in the shadow of that place. I guess you get used to it."

"A 'barrow'? What's a 'barrow'?"

"It's the resting place of the ancient dead. Dreadful place."

"So, kind of like a graveyard? Yeah, I don't think I'd like living next to it either. But it's not like they're going to attack or anything."

Ralof gave her an odd look. "Probably not," he agreed, though Slutcat didn't get any tone of sarcasm. She passed it off as a local mannerism.

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They arrived with the morning sun still low on the horizon, but with it's rising Slutcat found herself somewhat renewed. They met with Ralof's sister Gerdur at the lumber mill near the edge of town. Along with Gurder was a man named Hod and a boy named Frodnar. While Gurder was outwardly friendly enough, Slutcat got the distinct impression that she was a little upset with Slutcat's choice of clothing. For his part, her husband Hod was the opposite and Slutcat was frankly delighted with his surreptitious smiles and stares. She even made sure her vest accidentally flew loose for his benefit a couple of times.

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However, before long the need for sleep returned and Slutcaat retired to Gurder's cabin with Ralof and Sworddog.

"Don't worry you two," Gurder said as they entered the cabin. "I'll keep Frodnar out. You'll have complete privacy. There's some oil under the bed if you need it."

"GURDER!" Ralof cried.

"Well, only if you need it!" she explained loudly, making it clear that the intended audience was actually her husband.<

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Once inside, Slutcat undressed alongside Ralof and they snuggled together for a little. Annoyingly, Sworddog also jumped up and lay his head down on Slutcat's belly though, as if preventing her from doing anything more than snuggling. But Slutcat restrained her instincts and kept her hands mostly to herself.

"So, what's with the belt anyway? It doesn't do anything," Ralof asked as she removed it from her waist.

"Oh, it's a style thing. You wouldn't understand."

Ralof nodded. "Probably not. Listen, when we wake up, I'm heading to Windhelm. I need to see how Ulfric fared. Unless you want to join up with the Stormcloaks, I'm afraid I have to leave you then."

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Slutcat turned to him, laying her breasts on his chest. "I'm not ready for that Ralof. I wouldn't make a good soldier. No, I think I'll go meet this Jarl of Whiterun that Gurder was talking about. I guess I should tell him about the dragon too. But maybe I'll meet you again."

Ralof nodded and they chatted a bit more before Ralof fell to sleep. Slutcat wasn't far behind and she dreamed peacefully for the most part. As for Sworddog, she stayed planted atop Slutcat's belly like a living chastity belt - with teeth.

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