Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Alarian could only focus on Ulf in that moment; his gaze flitted briefly to the butterflies his friend referred to, but was ultimately drawn back to the wolfdog. Warmth spread through his chest as he received a reaction similar to what he had been hoping for. After several beats he turned, restlessness not forgotten, and lowered himself into a playful bow. Tail swishing, he nipped gently at the air in front of Ulf; an invitation to play among the wildflowers, if his friend felt up to it.