Emberflame Ridge I let you eat me alive

As Alduin catches his breath and teases the other with sarcastic, but thinly veiled faux promise, the other looks right at him. He seems to be really taking in his appearance and studying him. So Alduin does the same. Showing the other that he’s in for the long run as he lowers his haunches into a sit. He can wait. Probably to the other’s chagrin, he can wait for as long as he needs to. 

So as he watches Alduin, the hellhound watches him back with those bloodied eyes of his. He allows them to rake over his eyes, face, and body — making a show of looking him over really. Only after a few seconds does he finally say something. Thinking that this man’s eyes, the way he talks, is familiar. Alduin squints his eyes some with that suspicion that he might recognize him, but the memory of who he potentially could be is on the tip of his tongue. Just riding on the edges of his mind but unable to grasp.

“Do I know you?” He asks then, voice low with suspicion, rasping from their previous chase. “What is your name?” He asks more forcefully. “And don’t lie.”