Felltree Marsh black bridge

She seems like she doesn’t want to partake. He wouldn’t know why? What’s a friendly spar anyhow? So he hums low in his throat when she backs away. 

You have enough meat on those bones for a month of easy dinners. I am not yet so desperate for it.

He huffs out a breath through his nose, one that could be considered a laugh. “Why not?” He asks then, “you don’t like friendly spars?” 

Only when he takes another step, his paw comes out caked in mud. It would be a rough battle here, but Alduin’s always down to try something new. Plus his confidence knows no bounds.

“You can make the first hit.” He offers then, wondering if she really thinks he’s going to try and kill her right now. 

To him it’s just a game, he doesn’t plan on killing her, but that will depend on how hard she fights. He might just go easy on her too.