Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

He heard Ulf's approach before he heard his whine, rising and turning without hesitation. Alarian moved quickly towards him, descending on the wolfdog with nudges and licks that hovered somewhere between affection and aggression. He was not rough, but he was not gentle either as he nosed and preened at his friend's fur. No words came to him, and he did not bother searching for them. There was a dark energy behind his actions— one that refused to be tamed. But if Ulf expressed any discomfort, Alarian would immediately, and abruptly, put a few feet of distance between them.