Emberflame Ridge I let you eat me alive

Alduin walks languidly towards the area he sliced into that woman at. The suns rays bother his eyes, they’re strong and bright despite the cold that seeps through a thick, course pelt. He squints them softly as he moves and surprisingly, considering the glare of the orange sunset, he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He’s always on the look out for anything around him that could potentially danger him — or provide itself as an outlet to his undying anger. 

So his head moves in that direction and he finds a wolf. Wine red eyes zero in on them and rake down their form. Their agouti pelt is plush and full from the cold winter clinging to the environment and he squints his eyes some in suspicion. They are a smaller than him and that alone gives him enough confidence to inflate his already overworked ego. 

So, easily making the decision, he begins moving towards them. His approach would be obvious. He’s not trying to be quiet or hide himself one bit. Rather he walks with easy going confidence, secure in his abilities to fend them off if they’re hostile. Though they would probably think he’s the hostile one and they wouldn’t be wrong to assume so. His appearance looks anything but friendly. His many abundant scars and even fresher wounds showing that he is not one to shy away from a fight. Hr might just scare him away.

“You.” He’d call out to them. “Who are you?” He’d ask in that deep, smokey tone of his. Most find it threatening, but even when he merely asks a simple question he sounds like that. He can’t quite help it.