Altar of Twilight Can you break my bones?

The woman doesn’t greet him with ferocity, rather a laugh and agreement to his statement. He figured it was true — she looks powerful, trained to fight even. But he doesn’t know her very well, now does he? Perhaps he could though…

So as she offers a name, the hellhound hums a sound of acknowledgment, before giving his own.

“Alduin.” He hums easily before continuing. “Have a you a place to call your own in these lands?”