Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

And then, quite suddenly, his friend was crawling underneath him. Alarian froze, but did not pull away, at once confused and a little concerned. He wasn't really used to being the one in this position...— ugh, okay, head out of the gutter Ali. Wrong way, anyway (did Ulf even know that?). Stifling a snort of amusement, he turned his attention back to trying to figure out what was actually going on.
Alarian failed a second time at deciphering what exactly the wolfdog was doing, but decided it was sweet nonetheless. Everything he did was sweet, so, it automatically fell under that category. He nipped and preened gently, and a little playfully, along Ulf's spine where he could reach it. With any other, it might have felt a bit awkward to Alarian— but he thought nothing of it with his friend, as he was already rather used to these things meaning little to Ulf.