There's the sound of wingbeats- but far louder than anything Tobias is capable of in his small hawk form. Even if he doesn't look back, Paarthurnax's large shadow will fall over him for a brief second before he's soaring over the Bastion. He circles about for a few moments with practiced ease before landing somewhere near the center, by the Monument.

No noise comes from the dragon, not immediately. He simply glances around, long neck twisting, before his gaze lands on Tobias and his head quirks to the side. It has been a long time since he's seen a hawk.