Altar of Twilight Can you break my bones?

It seems the universe is both hateful and kind to the ashen hound, for it seems there is another in his presence. He will see which how fate decides to serve him when he approaches. 

But until then, his eyes spots a large, odd colored wolf. A saddle of black drapes over their back while caramel brown covers the remainder of their pelt. Bloody orbs take over their form and it seems they spot him too. Eyes meet, but they seem disinterested in the hellhound for now, settling to look away and proceed into a hunt. With a head level with wide shoulders, he watches. Watches as they chase the creature and put them out of their misery for a quick and easy meal.

Then, as blood spots the other’s maw and they settle with their kill, Alduin approaches at a slow, leisurely pace. The hellhound is clearly in no rush, but his steps are heavy and lumbering. Most would be intimidated, but they look to be more than just an easily frightened wolf. No, the way they carry themselves is more than that — an unsaid confidence. The same would be shown for Alduin. 

Only when he is within three meters does he finally speak,

“An easy kill for a hunter such as you, mm?” It’s meant to sound easy going, but his deep, rasping tone always makes him sound gruff. His expression doesn’t help either, perpetually emotionless, paired with a set of dead looking eyes. Eyes that only crave the hunt and death itself.