The Heartwood Thicc Thighs Save Lives

Alduin can’t help but huff out a laugh back, shaking his head slowly at her playful antics. 

“I have been, yes…” He hums absentmindedly.

Only she continues, speaking of why she has the scent of so many upon her pelt. A hunt with their allies. Which makes him tilt his head. The saints? Allies? An odd one that. They must have just as little morals as the rest of them do, else why would they ally with the Saints? 

Perhaps The Saints are a different group now — run by Fury — they seem to be more level headed. Maybe even less blood thirsty.

“Well, then they have to be just as fucked up as us then, no?” He asks with a barely there darkening smirk. “Or are their morals actually in check?”