Hideaway Strath You talk like a man and taste like the sun

Then as if things couldn’t get more interesting, Alduin feels his brother move away from him. He moves off his mother’s teat with a loud, messy pop and he’s whining at the loss of warmth. Yet, he too can faintly smell that other familiar scent he’s come to adore and seek for comfort. It brings him what he seems to realize as contentment. Of course his mother will always be number one, but this other scent is also comforting. He doesn’t have many thoughts moving about in his newly developed brain, but he can connect two and two together with his basic instincts.

He follows his brother, huffing and puffing at the loss of the warm blanket around him, but too stubborn to stay out. He’s also squirming towards his father, moving clumsily over his paw and getting stuck underneath Kynareth’s armpit. It’s warm here he decides. The scent soothes him. This is most adequate and he decides to stay put in literally the most award position for his father. Comfy for him, but definitely not Kyn.