Skyrim, near the Hammerfell border.
A man and a dog walk towards the closest town; which means in fact that they hope to reach the nearest town before night fall. Behind them a pack guar doing what pack guars do: carrying anything and everything their master put on their back. The pack guar is tired, the man is tired, the dog is tired, even the weather seems tired too... Oh, Falkreath weather, rain, fog, wind, clouds, mist and all over again.
The man sighs, the dog whines and suddenly stops and weakly growls, intensely watching nearby bushes.
"what is it Whitka?" the man readies his only weapon, a crude bone and stone axe. Crude but efficient, this axe dispatched more brigands and predators you'd care to imagine. "What is it Whitka?" He had barely enough time to finish his question; three forms leapt out of the bushes; deafening yelling filled the air; crushing noises filled his ears.
One blow and the man was out. The dog fought to its last strength, killed two bandits; the third one grabbed the pack guar reins and just ran away. Whitka couldn't follow. She got back near her master, licking their wounds alternately.
It was night when the man woke up; his head was pounding. A succinct inspection told him that he had been quite lucky; he gathered that was still alive and relatively unharmed because he lost consciousness very fast. He stood up and looked for the guar; couldn't find her. Then he saw his dog and the dead bandits...
"Oh Whitka..." he said; the dog whined. She was laying on the side, her hair stained with clotted blood. She could stand but if was obvious that she was weak. The man took her in his arms and began walking straight ahead, following the road as fast he could, resting from time to time. After a long while, he saw lights in the distance. The view gave him courage. "Look Whitka, civilisation!" He resumed his walk; the dog unconscious, or maybe was she just sleeping? He couldn't hear her breathing.
So this is how Kibwe reached Falkreath. The guards, seeing how pitiful he looked came to him and helped him to the nearest inn saying that he would find a herbalist and a priest there.
Kibwe and Whitka entered the inn.
"Greetings" said Fiska, "how can I help you?"