Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

Alduin watches her easily, as if he’s trying to pick her apart and scrutinize her. Determine what’s changed and what hasn’t. She has many new scars. He would add that to the list of his many vengeful reasons in coming back. File it away for later use and find out who did it. Even though he’s sure the pale shewolf is able to give our her own form of stigmata on her attackers, as of now, he’s made it one of his priorities.

He listens though and, just for her, will put thought into it. His confidence is most likely a curse as well. It very well may get him killed too. Only time will tell on that though. For as of right now, Alduin is convinced he cannot die. 

So when she peers back to him there’s a yearning in her eyes. He squints his own back at her. A way of saying What are you thinking? But he thinks he knows what she’s thinking.

“You want to fight.” He hums back assumingly. “Then let’s fight, old friend.”

With that he would lunge without hesitation. Uncaring of her wounds, he wouldn’t be gentle and he expects the same from her — another test of his skills. He will take it and throw it right back at her. 

So he would aim snapping teeth at her face  and head, mouth opened wide and lips pulling back in a savage snarl. 

He craves the pain. Hopefully she delivers.