Carla
'Venturing out of the Rift, Katrellis rides into Falkreath on her steed, Windstream. Running through the woods, fast enough you might think the horse wasn't touching the ground! She calls out to him, yelling at the top of her lungs,' "Windstream! Slow down! I need to figure out where we are!"
Jennifer
*A sigh escaped the large nord man, the weighty sounds of his footsteps against the path, not long ago having finished his trick through the mountain paths that separated Skyrim from Cryodill.

He knew he was in Falkreath, he couldn't really figure out how it just... Smelled right? Most lifelong inhabitants of the Skyrim could pick out an area by scent but for some reason it was much stronger now.

On his way down the path just before he stepped out only to be nearly run over by a woman on a a horse*
"Hm? H-hey! Watch out!"

*His deep and slightly rough voice called out in surprise as he jumped back in time to not be run over*
Donald
The horse's movements flashed from the corner of Jhi'ro's eye. For a moment, he felt the wolfish instincts gnaw at him to give chase, but he suppressed it once he saw the person on the horse. As the Khajiit stood up, he noticed another nord approaching, this one calling out to the horse and rider. "Oh no!" Jhi'ro leapt into action, and pushed the man out of the way, just barely avoiding getting hit by the horse himself.
Carla
Katrellis yanks on Windstream's mane, making him stop instantly and rear up, throwing Katrellis off his back. She quickly picks up the Kahjiit.'

"By Talos! Are you alright? Here let me help you!"

"Damn you! How many times do I have to tell you to stop running so fast!" 'She pulls his snout down looking him in the eye. After a whinny from the horse she continues yelling at him, both understanding what each other is saying. When she's done, she brushes herself off and starts walking towards the other nord.'

"I'm so sorry about that kinsmen! Sometimes he gets carried away when we adventure."
Jennifer
*The Khajiit man when attempting to move the male nord would find he as solid a wall of stone, though thankfully he would of moved out of the way himself already.
Ready to respond to all of what just happened but pausing as his nose caught something, staring down at the feline man, his eyes narrowing, something was... Off.

Jhi'ro also more than likely able to smell something similar from Reian, though the smell was more akin to something native to Elswyr*

*Turning his attention to the nord woman, he found he looked down in them both, not and uncommon thing for him*
"Oh- uh... It's alright, not the first time I've been almost run over by a horse... Been actually hit by few now that I think about it..."
Carla
"Well I apologize. Name's Katrellis Avaron, from Riften." 'She bows and holds out her hand.'
Donald
The Khajiit paused as he was helped up. Something seemed strange about the male nord. Strange, yet familiar. Were they... The same? "You should try and be more careful." Jhi'ro dusts himself off. "Both of you are welcome at my campfire, I have a lavender rabbit stew going."
Jennifer
*He would glance back at the cat, before turning to lightly shake Katrellis' hand he didn't have the same sense, nor did she have the same scent coming from her.

Though he still wasn't sure what that smell was that he was picking up.

Looking back to Jhi'ro*

"Oh uh... S-sure, I just got back from a long trek, I could used to rest..."
Carla
*Katrellis smiles nervously and rubs the back of her neck.* "Again, sorry for Windstream." *She turns and looks at her horse.* "You big ol' jackass!"

*Windstream neighs and flicks his tail, smacking Katrellis in the face. She threatens to take away his apples and he whinnies in response. Turning her attention back to the others, she accepts the Kahjiit's offer,* "I'm okay with that, I can grab my lute and add some fireside music."
Donald
The Khajiit made a purring sound, as he waved the two nords to follow him. The camp wasn't very far, just a quick trek through the trees. There were moments that might have been hard for the horse to fit through, but he noticed that she seemed to manage. Animals adapt. The path was straightforward, with no twists and turns, and soon enough the camp was in sight. "The stew should be ready right about..." He gave it a stir and raised the spoon to his nose to give it a smell. "Now!"
Jennifer
*Following between the woman and the Khajiit, this was certainly an interesting welcome back home.
Stepping through brush and over felled branches and eventually into the camp.

The smell was nice but at the same time very strong to him, it was so strange.
He could hear the sound of brush moving from a rabbit a ways off, to even the sound of the heartbeats of those around him.

Kinda getting a bit lost in his own head, a thousand yard stare, into the flames of the vampfire*