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The second Alduin gets one word out to him, he’s turning around and glaring right back at him. Tail level with the horizon, Alduin’s eyes shift over to the fluffy limb then back to the other’s eyes. His own expression is set in a scowl and it only deepens when he’s finished talking and the hound begins speaking.

I am not a 'you'. My name is Arashi. Learn it. Remember it. Use it in the future. He spits at Alduin like he’s some sniffling kid. Which only makes Alduin scoff in reply. At least he knows the bastard’s name now. Not that he was going to care to learn it.

Only he continues, Why is it that you come to me now? Days ago you would have liked to see me dead; to see my blood bathe the grounds on which you walk. What makes today different?

At that the corners of Alduin’s lips tense, as if he’s about to smile. His eyes are still dark, but his scowl is less present. Rather his eyes shine with muted amusement and he’s barking out a humorless laugh — rasping and rough.

“Today is not different, Arashi.” Alduin rumbles, practically spitting his name. “But I can see you have skill. I want to learn how to fight bigger opponents that don’t hold back. Simple.”