Tuktu Hinterlands Yea, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter

Alduin had been traveling with @Ithax, heading back, back, back to the heartwood to stake his claim upon the burnt wastelands once more.

Oh, but there’s a surprise waiting for him. Or more like hunting him down.

Alduin is upwind, he doesn’t smell much but the icy breeze that’s blown across his nose and rustles his thick, brindle fur. Snow crunches beneath large paws. It collects on his coat, swathing the coal into white. But the snow does not deter him one bit, it’s easy to traverse, and nothing can stop Alduin’s path to godhood.

Only he hears someone this time and it’s not his agouti companion. No, very clearly it is someone he recognizes…

Dreven. There is no mistaking the giant brute littered in scared with a pelt darker and more tattered than his own. But he has a fire in his eyes like usual, perhaps he’d kill Alduin for his absence— or at least try. Though the brindled beast would not immediately resort to violence upon this familiar face, he does set the oddly shaped, alien skull on the ground before flicking his eyes to the man once more.

“Dreven,” He would rumble, tone still as commanding as its always been, only this time it’s beckoning.