Emberflame Ridge A moon to all the juice in us

His brother’s jaws latch onto the loose skin of his cheek and pulls. The pinch of his teeth make a deadly growl push past wrinkled, snarling lips. Alduin would snap his head the one the opposite direction, uncaring if the pulls ends up making Tulok’s fangs cut into his skin. Not to try and latch onto Tulok’s ear, not worrying about being gentle. Yeah, ears bleed profusely when cut, but it’s not detrimental to his health.