Redsand Canyon Maybe in time

Alduin watches as another soon sidles up beside the dark one, this one is made of cold, ashen hues. The hellhound would flit his eyes over him temporarily before shifting back to the one they speak with. 

Soon enough Tulok takes the reigns and informs them of all the wrongful doings this made up wolf has done. The man apologizes for his destruction. Why? Alduin doesn’t know. He’s never felt to apologize for the actions of others and he doesn’t see himself doing so anytime in the future.

Yet, despite his apparent sincerity, he admits to not offering any information on it. Which has Alduin furrowing his brows. Not that it matters. They have their packs name and their location. This is all he needs. The rest of it can be acquired elsewhere.

Still, the fact that this man wouldn’t reveal information on whether or not he’s seen said stranger irks him. Tulok knows him better than most and even though Alduin is good at keeping every other emotion at bay, his anger always seems to be able to shine through in the form of small ticks. Spotted ears swivel backwards before he forces them to cup towards the golden eyes male once more. Besides the darkening of his eyes and the furrowing of his brows, no other signs of irritation would show to the strangers.

So Alduin would tilt his head some to him as a single thought drifts through his mind: Then am I wrong to assume it was one of yours? If they were a stranger, what would it matter. No simple yes or no? Annoying. Useless.

“I see.” The hellhound says dryly. “Then you are of no use to me.” He hums out in that scratchy, rumbling voice, deep with bass.

Only a moment later he’d turn in his heels before anyone can get out another word. Head level with his shoulders once more he would seek to saunter off and away from the canyon. His brother can continue the talk if he wants, but Alduin got what he came for. All he wanted to know was who lived here and he got his answer: Mereo.

The second he turns around his expression would fall into a deep scowl, wiping off all of the faux neutrality that comes with associating with strangers one needs something from. And just like that he’d be off…unless they try and stop him for some reason.