The Heartwood Will you tear my skin?

Waiting and waiting and waiting. His senses tell him somethings there. And his senses would be right.

A second later, Dreven is breaking the surface with a gasp of air. It’s almost sudden enough to make Alduin jump, but he only ends up taking a step back and witnessing the smirk that paints the others face. A raise of circular brows and the hellhounds own barely there smile would greet him back as he watches the other man pull himself from the waters.

“Thought you got lost for a second.” He hums absentmindedly, almost teasingly. The hellhound must be in a decent mood and with decent company to allow someone to humor him so. Seems this man could call himself lucky.

So he stays in place as the other male shakes off, still soaked to bone in water, and takes his own experimental step forward. When he speaks, his deep voice echos softly off the neon painted cavern, soaking into Alduin ears and driving itself into his very core.

Humming out a sound of acknowledgment at the other man’s guess as to why the place is glowing, Alduin begins moving through the cave. Heavy paws spreading over dark sand and dirt, soggy with water.

“Wonder how far it goes.” He hums mostly to himself, voice quiet and deep in the darkness around them.