The Heartwood i guess we'll never know

She mentions her wandering into the Heartwood being a simple mistake. Perhaps it was, yet still, here she is. Before the Revenant and ready for judgement. Is he feeling nice today — no, not really, but will he portray that to this stranger in this moment? Most likely. 

To make it better, she says that she’s never heard of them. That’s good. Alduin doesn’t want infamy. He wants to remain in the shadows. Maybe a deal can be made, but he knows wolves like her and he doubts she’ll keep a shut mouth of their location. Not that it’s a secret of course.

But she has a secret.

The brindled beast tilts his head and moves closer, stopping a heart dropping foot away — towering over her with a head that hangs from massive shoulders. 

“What’re you looking for?” He hums in question getting straight to the point, expression remaining emotionless save for that same dark interest shimmering in bloody eyes.