Falls of the Hinterlands It's the last midnight

The man stops and the hellhound gets a reply just as short and rasping as his own.

You've mistaken me for someone, Arashi is gone.

Alduin’s expression shifts only a pinch. With a subtle furrowing of brows and a twitch of a whiskered lip. He drops his head, gently lying the skull at his forepaws. He doesn’t move closer, but he most definitely does stare, uncaring if the other man looks back at him or not.

“I haven’t.” He rumbles back matter-of-factly. “For here you are, only…different.” He trails off.