Razorback Ridge Or something outside of themselves

Forward dated about two days. Set around 23:00, sky is clear with some wind gusts.
For @Isolde <3

Wind rushes past short, spotted auds as they’re pressed close to a dark furred nape. His muscles ache and his paws are raw, but he is nothing if not hard headed.

Especially right now, as he balances on a rock near the base of this enormous mountain. The rocks are a challenge to tread, but the hellhound knows no bounds and is not pushed away by fear. No, he could fall to his untimely death and be okay with that at any point, but for now, he has his sights set on a potential meal. 

The same meal that he’s been tracking an chasing for about twenty minutes now. He might even seem impressed by the small undulates decision to run straight for the Rocky Mountain the second he started the chase.

Perhaps the deer suspects a soon to be victory, but little do they know Alduin has little to no worries about death or injury. He’ll chase and chase until he’s caught the sinewy muscle of the hooved animal’s neck in his jaws. 

And so like this the hellhound will continue. Precariously balancing on rocks, claws digging in to gravelly surfaces and becoming dull all to call himself the victor in the game of life and death once more.