Blackwater Islands You’ve got your powdered lies

Forward dated a few days from their last thread! <3
@Arashi

The brindled brute has been thinking about his most recent fight. The one with the would-be-Saintsman. The older wolf was strong, fierce even. Sure, Alduin was pissed he basically got his ass whooped, but despite his anger he is able to recognize skill. That man has it. Alduin wants more. More what? Abuse? Bruises and injuries? Maybe. But he also wants a sparing partner with just as much skill or more skill than him, for he is still young and he still has more to learn (as his father used to say after their spars). 

So Alduin would walk this way and that way, lowering his a black tipped nose to the ground and raising it up in the air to catch the man’s scent he knows well by now (he stunk like him for a solid day after their brawl). 

Eventually he would catch it, be it on the wind or on the ground, and he would follow it obsessively. Though his leg hurts like a bitch, (and he’s walking with a moderate limp now) that doesn’t mean he can’t battle or train more. He just has to push through the pain — it makes him stronger after all. 

When he finds him, his bloodied gaze would zero in on the agouti man like the predator he is. Instead of vigorously attacking him like his silly brain is trying to tell him to, he would saunter over to him just as confident as he was before. Though this time he holds his head high, different from his usual resting position even with broad shoulders. Stopping a comfortable distance away Alduin would finally speak.

“You.” He says, still unaware of his name. “I want you to teach me all you know. I want to train with you.” Comes his deep, Smokey timbre. His words would almost come out as an order, but not as forceful as one.