Wolf RPG

It’s raining today, so Alduin decides to walk further inland. For he only usually travels inland if it is raining, to specifically cover up his own scent as he goes. 

He finds himself moving towards the mountains to a specific part he’s never been to, but has always seen from afar. The place almost seems foreboding — what with the ravens lingering about like bad omens and the dreary night sky looming with angry clouds. The pitter patter of rain churns constantly and it’s only getting heavier. He does find a little overhang abundant with lush grass and trees alike. He’s sure the place would look beautiful when the sun shines onto it, but right now it looks menacing.

Alduin sidles beneath the stone overhang, out of the rain. He shakes out his pelt even though he knows it’s useless. And that’s when he hears something. A distinct set of noises that might just sound like a battle of in the distance. His spotted ears shift and his eyes squint while he tries to listen. Where is it coming from and who’s fighting?