Kivuli, ahead of them, doubled over while saying something about a shadow, and it suddenly dawned on him. The smell that seemed so familiar, was that which he had always smelled whenever he himself shifted. What he himself produced during his transformations.
He cursed under his breath, and dashed forward to the Khajiit. Grabbing her by the arm, he tugged her off the path and into the brush, batting at branches and leaves that blocked their movement. He whistled loudly, a warning that only Smutticus would understand, before pushing further into the wilderness. Have to move her before it's too late, he thought frantically, no telling how much control she's got when she's changed!
Finally, they reached a clearing, and Rhyfalim released Kivuli's arm. He grabbed his sword, and held it at the ready, preparing for the worst.
