Emberflame Ridge But meanwhile…

Tulok noticed his brother's absence always, but tonight he was gone longer than normal. He didn't want to keep tabs on Alduin, but he felt he had no other choice. There was a sickness in his mind, and because of that, his sibling didn't always make the most rational choices. 

The demon fixed his brother with a cold stare as he rejoined camp. He noticed every injury marring his pelt; he noticed the mingling of blood and stranger in Alduin's scent. He could only assume that his brother had been fighting with someone. 

The greeting was met with silence as Tulok worked to compose himself. It was frustrating being the one who had to control everything. His brother just did whatever he wanted, and he wondered if sometimes he knew Tulok would be there to clean up his mess. 

Alduin, he finally said, his voice as cold as his gaze. You were fighting? He didn't require an answer. Did you make sure it would not have long term effects on our plan? It was difficult to keep venom from his words and to address him calmly, but he managed. Unlike his brother, he could control himself.