Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

Alduin is appalled at the audacity this wolf has. He expects a fight actually and despite this wolf’s size, he was going to fucking do it. He doesn’t back down from anything and he’s not even full size yet, but he’ll try his best to kill when he can. His father taught him that hesitation kills and he’s not wrong. 

When he feels the snap of teeth at his own face, he settles his body in a position that’s ready for a fight. Only the fight never comes, they’re backing off and looking at him with such an odd range of emotions. Emotions that make Alduin coil up and get ready to lunge. He remains in that position, body taught, teeth bared, and eyes malicious. 

Until they stand there for a few seconds and just stare. Alduin stares long and hard too. Until, finally, it clicks. 

A large, pale wolf. Female. Yellow eyes. He uncoils his muscles some and sniffs the air, lips falling slowly back over his teeth. Then the memories come flooding in. All the times he trained and played with her. All the times they went off and explored the canyon. All the times he went to her den to sleep with her and her pup. 

Like a mask is taken off his eyes become familiar. It’s clear he recognizes her now. He relaxes, but doesn’t fully intense. His gaze is still hard and unruly, but he looks at her. 

“Nyra.” He says deeply, voice gravelly and unused. “You’re alive.”