You wrap your tail around the binding-- they didn't make it very tight-- and pull down. The binding falls around his neck, but you fail to account for the fact there's now a 200-pound bear of a hunk crashing down on top of you.
You both yell, grunting as you land on the floor of the wagon-- and he lands on top of you. You look up at him, face redder than a drunk Nord's, and meow/squeak something about him crushing you. Or something. You can't hear yourself over him apologising for nearly crushing you.
The both of you sit up-- right as the wagon stops. You quickly whisper an introduction-- you're Solani, and you did nothing wrong.
Cutie introduces himself too. He's Ulfric Stormcloak, and he too did nothing wrong.
Suddenly, you realise why
Cutie Ulfric looked so important to you.
(The top box is name, the middle box is your website, the bottom box is your email.)