Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

Alduin watches his brother back as he gazes at them. Then he expectantly follows  his gaze over to large agouti wolf. He takes some satisfaction in the tongue lashing Tulok gives him, but otherwise Alduin wouldn’t say a word. He would give the other a hardly there look that says ‘I told you so’ though. 

Only Alduin knows he won’t get out of this without his own disciplinary speech from his second-born sibling. Despite Tulok’s unsaid verbal dismissal, Alduin wouldn’t look over to the male whether he stays or leaves — uncaring what he does afterall. He would gaze back to Tulok when he begins speaking to him then. Trying to resist rolling his eyes at him for the lecture.

Must you solve everything with fighting, brother?

That first sentence makes Alduin huff out an almost laugh, his mouth tending at the corners. His brows furrow teasingly as he looks at his brother with pained amusement. 

“Yes.” Is all Alduin would say, mostly just to get on his nerves.

Tulok would continue though, surely after giving him an unimpressed look at his single worded answer. 

“We are men. We can handle the fight. That was the one who was supposedly joining Fury with the rise of the new Saints. It’s only proper I test his skill level.” He offers in explanation.