The Heartwood Desolation

“When?” Alduin asks back deviously. “Immediately.” Is the answer the other man gets. 

But then he tells him that he’s good in a fight and that has the brindled beast eyeing him down curiously. Bloodied eyes squint at him and he takes a few heavy, confident steps closer.

“Good. You will need it.” He adds, voice ashen and broken. “I will want to see for myself.”

After those words are spoken, he would turn on his heels, looking back over a burly shoulder at the blonde man. “First, let me show you your forever home.” It comes out in a lazy, but devilish purr as he begins walking, curled tail bobbing on his hip fully expecting him to follow.