In this short story, the last Dragonborn - an argonian who goes by Saves-Many-Souls (shortened to Souls) - has recently become harbinger of the companions, while relishing in his lycanthropy. After a hunt, his worries spill out to his forebear and shield-sister Aela. A story that, at completion, will be about dissociation from self, and an introspection into the mind of a person who fears that he can't balance being himself and doing what he must. [DISCLAIMERS] [This story is ongoing. This story is a personal work of the author and while free to be enjoyed by all, may be hard to understand for readers who have little knowledge of the source material. This story includes descriptions of gore and blood at some points, as well as discussion of dissociation.]