Shadewood I know the pieces fit

Alduin listens to his younger half’s words and hums. Determination set in his face, he looks off into the horizon. 

“No solid plans are necessary, things change. We will find information, locate them, and pick them off slowly — easily.” A soft pause ensues. “Then we will have our victory, brother.” 

Alduin move around languidly, bloodlust in his eyes as his dark form slinks about. “If an opportunity arises, we will take it.” Only Alduin gazed at his brother then, something dark in his eyes. “We’ll take their children. Have them search and pick them off that way. Kill the pups. Let them feel the hopelessness and anger. They’re bound to fuck up then.”