Blackwater Islands dreadful, like death

Liv gave me permission to skip Fury <3

Alduin continues to stand there, regally looking out into the wild unknown of the ocean. Somewhere in those tides the listener floats. Somewhere. He knows her heart beats though — call it a gut feeling — but he is not worried for her return. Rather his usual dark confidence continues to radiate from him.

When he’d mentioned the listener potentially never coming back he gets a mean glare from Ingram in return. With his head still facing the ocean, bloodied orbs would flick over to him with wicked humor swirling in their depths. Half of his mouth even tenses at the ghost of a cruel smile when he hears the man’s next words.

If she does not come out: I will go in. He huffs out dutifully.

Alduin hums low in his throat at that statement — a sound that conveys his amusement. “No one’s stopping you.” Comes his scratchy tease, uncaring of what the other thinks of him.

Only an unintelligible amount of time later Alduin’s eyes catch on something. His Shadow. It seems she might just remain in the world of the living. Very good. She crawls from the foaming tides, midnight pelt soaked through. Though she doesn’t make it two steps before collapsing high enough on the beach to not be drowned.

He watches it all with calculated ease, not the worry of Ingram or the soft curiosity of his brother. He doesn’t even move towards her yet, but Ingram does. He’s almost tripping over his own paws getting to her and Alduin follows his movements with the dark gaze of his eyes. He watches as he nudges her cheek with the tip of a leathery, black nose. He can see his mouth moving with words but has no clue what he’s saying.

Eventually the others would sidle up to her, even his brother. Alduin lags behind some but eventually, slowly, makes his way over. He doesn’t push himself into the mix just yet, but the soft way Ingram touches her wouldn’t even stir her from a light sleep. Something had to be done. She needed to wake up after all.

It’s then he’d nudge his way in, almost uncaring of who he pushed to stand near her head. More specifically he glowers at Ingram though. “Move it, ocean eyes.” He grunts ruggedly. 

Just like that he’d lean down and latch dangerous jaws onto her nape. He’s not terribly rough, but he is firm. The more she feels the easier it would be for her to wake. He would attempt to lift her some to try and get her started, giving the others a look that means for them to help as well. She needs to get up, especially if she has any water in her lungs. Gravity will encourage her to cough it up.

If she stirs and seems stable enough, he would release her nape, but only when she deems herself able to stand without help. Whenever that moment comes, he would back away, but still keep close enough to observe closely.