Silverlight Terrace I can try my best to just pretend

Ithax hears the voice just paces away. It bellows at him, addressing him with the title of a traitor. But he does not feel like one.

When she lunges, Alduin is the first to react. But no harm is done yet. The while girl as the means to maim Ithax alone. And so it would be.

Standing firm and tall, cold and barren like a statue, the agouti beast allows the teeth and claws to tear at his fur and skin. He does not wince, nor whine, nor show his own teeth in rebuttal. He stands, accepting the price she demands to be paid.

Alduin was standing in watch. Ithax knew this. But he did not care for the man's opinion. Not in this moment, or the next.

They would simply wait until the pale one had wasted away her energy and fury. Only then, would Ithax sniff at the wounds he'd been given, tongue lolling across a few to clean away what he could of the stains.