Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

set several hours after this thread

When he finally rose, Alarian was more than a little eager to get away from Broken Boulder. He had denied himself the opportunity the previous night, but today— today he had @Ulf with him, and surely that was a good excuse to wander. After all, he was simply enlightening him to the ways of the world or some bullshit like that.
Really, he just wanted some alone time with the wolfdog. Not that they didn't get that anyway, but— there was something different about being alone in the wilderness, outside of pack territory. Something more isolating. Where most of the time he shied from that, he craved it now— especially in the company of his friend.
He led him outside the territory, careful to keep a pace that wouldn't exhaust the wolfdog. Though wary of mountains lately, Alarian only hesitated a few beats when they came to the base of an icy mountain. It was icy, not fuming, so he assumed it was safe. Well, safer. The Governor gestured for his companion to stay close, picking his way carefully around precarious stacks of shimmering ice and glancing back at Ulf frequently. It was a strange place— so cold in summer!— perhaps a bit dangerous, but he felt confident in his ability to watch out for his friend. Or at least, he told himself he did.