Neverwinter Forest And it comes from the way you speak

Alduin moves through the night, blending in perfectly with the dark backdrop of bark and shrubs. The brindle gives him the beautiful surprise of camouflage, but his steps are heavy and lumbering due to his heavy weight. 

He has nothing in mind through his wanderings, until he comes across a certain scent. Different, but familiar. But he can’t put a paw on who it is exactly. Truly, it could be anyone. So his curiosity gets the better of him and he follows it. Follows until he spots a mostly white coat owned by a large wolf, but… what is that? A curled tail?

Bloody eyes squint softly in the dim lighting as he approaches slowly, not bothering to make his steps quiet and not intentionally trying to sneak up on the supposed stranger.

Until he finds out they’re not a stranger at all.

“Atka.” Alduin calls strongly. “You’ve come?” He asks easily, but with a touch on surprise coloring his usually drab tone.