Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

There was a lot the canine didn't grasp. Particularly the word Relaygay. He tried to wrack his brain for what it could mean but he was coming up empty. It was a bit frustrating to not understand what Alarian was trying to say but Ulf knew he hadn't learned all English words just yet. Perhaps this was a fancy one they hadn't needed back in the northern lands.

As he tried to make sense of everything, he suddenly realized that Alarian was away from him. In fact he was on the cold ground like a sack of bones. Ulf suddenly felt guilty. Whatever he had done had driven Alarian away instead of soothing whatever foul mood had overcome him in the first place. Ulf felt dreadfully awful knowing he hadn't helped.

The wolfdog found himself at a loss for what to say. He should have moved to help Alarian up but it was clear that - at least for now - the Governor didn't want him near. So he sunk to the ground, belly growing damp from the water that had been early splashed at him.

Ulf had managed to ruin a perfectly good trip. No wonder the Northerners had never bothered to find him.