A little orphan like you, who stole in the Whiterun market, was captured, the jarl was going to exile you from the city. But The companions decided to adopt you and become one of them. Even without you having Hircine's blessing, they love you like a puppy. After Kodlak death, Vilkas became the herald.

Everyone was having dinner together at Jorrvaskr. Vilkas played with a lock of yours.

"Tomorrow I'm going to get a caravan of the silver hand, are you coming with me?" Vilkas asked.