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

Ithax was not far from Alduin. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was close. Maybe too close.

Almost directly in step with the lifeless, dark man, the agouti beast walked with their flanks nearly touching. He was possessive—protective over what he had claimed his.

Any and all in exchange for a soul.

He remembered the words plain as day, and he would be sure Alduin never forgot them.

They walked a great many miles. But, rather unexpectedly, they came to a stop.

A voice... the familiar rasp of the hound at his side called another. This other was but feet ahead, lain upon the ground.

Closer, Ithax stepped. His flank now touched the other, one cheek against another. Why are we stopping...? He cooed within Alduin's ear, not cruel, yet not filled with warmth.