caught-like-a-bear The elf did not like the cold; icy whips stinging her skin were unpleasant. The wolves? Even worse. Yet she persisted up the Throat of the World, eager to see Paarthurnax and hear his Voice. Their lessons gave her solace in a world of turmoil. At the summit she froze fast, her sights trained on the scarlet Dovah perched there. He was unfamiliar. Cautiously, she shifts her stance into a defensive manner, and asks, "Wo los hi?"
















