Blackwater Islands We’ve got these summertime nights

They don’t need words to communicate the start of their spar. Tulok takes it upon himself to throw himself at Alduin first. Teeth meet his neck and pinch at his skin. It jostles his other wounds but all Alduin does is grit around the pain. Rearing up on hind legs, he wraps arms around his brothers shoulders in an attempt hold him still, attempting to dig teeth into his own neck.