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He accepted the nuzzling, never one to reject the comfort of Alarian's touch. Ulf had learned that when Alarian came close it was not to harm him. It was always to provide support. He was relatively new to the concept of more gentle physical contact but he didn't ever shy away. He soaked it in whenever it was present.

"No,"

His ears stood tall as he wondered if his companion would expand on the answer. The wolfdog wouldn't force him to but he was ready to hear the Governor out. He waited until the informational sharing was over before he dared to speak. Never too far. Said the canine who got lost and left behind. We see someday? He asked with a gentle smile before tacking on one last sentence. If Alarian want. Because heavens knew that Ulf couldn't boss anyone around for the life of him.