Broken Boulder milton joins a pack!

He paused his stride, trying not to feel overwhelmed by Milt's energy, but it was proving difficult. Alarian nodded, smiled weakly. Thanks. You're pretty cool, too. The words were quiet, his gaze flitting past the other male. He spotted Ulf, then— and immediately relaxed a little, expression softening for a few beats as he looked at the dog. Already, Alarian had a terrible soft spot for him— and if Ulf was worried about crowding him, he was worrying for nothing.
Feeling a bit more comfortable now with his friend silently observing, he turned his attention back to Milt. Here at the Sanctuary, we all try to help each other when we can. As for flowers— we have a lot, at Paradise Garden. It's that way— He gestured towards the northern borders. Lots of butterflies, too.
Gesturing towards the Broken Boulder (he didn't want to move any further from Ulf, and it was at least in sight now), he continued. Most of the pack makes their dens in there— the place where the boulders are split. There are tunnels down there. Caverns.