Silver managed to avoid the large chunk of cheese that was hurdled at her. As Rahks ran off, a chicken leg bounced off the door as he closed it and Silver cursed. She rolled her eyes, shook her head and smiled gently.
Silver grabbed the blade of woe, attached it to her hip and headed out the door after her friend. Whiterun was silent at that time of the morning with the exception of a few early risers at the temple.
Once she reached the stables she saw Rahks sorting his saddle bag out.
"I'll get you back for that you know Khajiit" she stated, sliding her gloves on for the ride.
Shadowmere trotted over to her and she leapt up onto his back.
"Whenever you're ready slowpoke" she called, kicking Shadowmere on and cantering out onto the plains of skyrim.